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disappointed them. And when I got home, I was chewing gum. One thing Boyd did for me was to convince me that I should go to college. “Nanci, you don’t want to be working there all your life.”

Not far away from our town was Hollywood Community College. Not the famous Hollywood in California. Anyhow, I enrolled and since I was good at numbers, I majored in Accounting.

I did well. I also did well with the men on campus. By the end of the first year, I’d developed a reputation; a well-deserved reputation. On occasion I’d hear whispers, “there’s the blowjob queen of Hollywood.” Or I’d be in a stall in the Ladies Room, and there would be two or three girls at the mirror, “have you heard about that big girl named Nanci. My friend Steve says she can suck all night.”

There were all kinds of cocks, which now included a few black ones. It didn’t matter to me. I still didn’t like small ones, and as far as I knew girls don’t like guys who cum too quickly. I don’t know about anyone else, but I thought cum tasted good. There was one guy, Geno, who had the best tasting cum.

I felt bad for him. Whenever I blew him, I couldn’t wait for his cum to fill my mouth. He tasted so good. I’d go wild sucking him; anxious for his taste, which means he didn’t last as long. I think he thought it was his fault; it was all mine.

There was another guy, Carl, whose cum tasted awful. I don’t know if it was his diet or what. I only went out with him once. YUCK!!!!

Geno’s I could suck all night and I did. My brain was begging for more of his incredible taste.

Not really all night, but it only happened once. I went back to this guy’s apartment, Noah, which he shared with three other guys. I’d had a little too much to drink, and they convinced me that it would be totally unfair if I gave Noah a blowjob and not the others. By morning I’d blown them all twice. I would have done them again, but my lips were raw.

I went home with a smile on my face. I was indeed a blowjob queen. I have to tell you, even with all the cock I was getting, after a night out or in or to be precise on my knees, I compared those cocks to Boyd’s. His wasn’t the biggest; it wasn’t the sweetest. What it was, was perfect for my mouth.

After community college I was accepted at the state university. There were students who’d been in my classes at Hollywood, and it is fair to say my reputation preceded me. I never went more than a few nights without a date; I never went more than a few days without sucking a cock. Although my mom wasn’t around, her advice was always in my head. I never got pregnant.

Senior year I met Ray Edwards and we hit it off, not just in bed. He was a lot of fun, and he had the almost perfect cock: long, thin, uncut and he lasted long enough for me to be satisfied and I’m positive I satisfied him with my mouth and only my mouth.

Shortly after graduation we got married. My mother walked me down the aisle. At the reception, as was tradition there was a father-daughter dance. Except I didn’t have a father around. I danced with my mother. “Nanci, I’m so proud of you. Waiting until your wedding night; you’re nothing like me. That makes me so happy.”

“Mom, I need to confess something. Let’s go outside.” We found a quiet spot where we could talk privately. “Mom, the reason I haven’t got pregnant is because,” I took a deep breath, “you can’t get pregnant giving blowjobs.”

She started to cry. “Oh my God, Nanci, you’re exactly like me. Just one night with a couple of guys, I couldn’t say no, and bam. Except for having you, I ruined my life.”

“Mom, you’re only thirty-eight. There are a lot of good men out there. You should give it a try.”

“I couldn’t. I know exactly what will happen. It’s been so long, and I know I’ll be as hungry for cock as you apparently are.” Mom had a little too much champagne by this time. I’d never heard her use that language before. She tried to compose herself, “Now Nanci, apparently I don’t have to explain things to you. Tonight, you make sure you fuck your husband’s brains out. That is the best way to keep your husband from straying.”

I thought the way I sucked Ray’s cock was the best way to keep him from straying.

Our wedding night, was the most amazing thing. I found I liked getting fucked. Yes, it was the first time. It was the first time any man had been in my panties. Of course, I wasn’t wearing any, but you get the idea. I said I found that I liked getting fucked but not as much as I liked sucking cock.

On our honeymoon, Ray wanted to fuck me as often as he could get hard. My mouth helped him get hard. It was on our third night of married life that he introduced me to pussy eating. I still thought blowjobs were the greatest thing, but there’s a lot to be said for a long session of pussy eating. Ray loved long sessions of pussy eating.

Over the next five years, there were good and bad things that happened to us. The bad, Ray’s parents died. Ray was now responsible for the family business: a string of high-end men’s clothiers, and dress shops for the discerning fashionable woman. He was running around 24/7.

I still found time to blow him; it helped him relax. We were still in our twenties, and Ray found time two or three times a week to fuck me. It was grand. I mean the blow jobs. The fucking was okay. By that I mean, as good as his cock felt in my pussy, I still liked it better in my mouth.

After five years, I still wasn’t pregnant. It wasn’t for lack of trying. We tried it every which way possible. We even got a book; a how to book. Nothing worked.

We lived in Hollywood and among our friends, acquaintances and people who knew me from high school and community college, there were whispers. “You know why she’s not pregnant, don’t you? They don’t call her the Hollywood blowjob queen for nothing.” There were nods of agreement.

The news didn’t get better. I went to a gynecologist to find out why I couldn’t get pregnant, and after a thorough examination, including bloodwork, she informed me that I could never bear children. She gave me some medical jargon and gobbledygook that didn’t mean anything and didn’t matter. The bottom line was I couldn’t have kids.

I was devastated. Ray was devastated. He was so devastated that he filed for divorce. I understood. Ray wanted kids.

In the divorce settlement, I got the dress shops; three of them in different parts of the county. In three of the most expensive towns in the county.

This was all new to me. That accounting major helped me understand the books, but I didn’t understand marketing or anything else about retail sales. I threw myself into the business.

There was stuff I had to learn, but I also needed to look like I could wear the fashions the shop sold. I went on a massive diet and workout regime. A year later and thirty-five pounds lighter, I greeted shoppers wearing heels and some of the creations of the designers whose clothes I sold. I have to say, I was a great advertisement for those fashions.

Those dresses showed off my long legs, and my boobs, which had always been decent size, but now some of the flab was gone. If I were a guy, people would say I was ripped. At thirty years old, I didn’t hesitate to wear a very revealing two piece around the country club pool. I turned heads.

However, I was so busy with work that I had little time for romance. Besides, now I had to be discreet.

Not completely. A few times a year, I attended shows where designers displayed their creations.

TO BE CONTINUED

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