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I’m blaming my mother for my blowjob prowess. When I went through puberty, she drilled into me that I shouldn’t ruin my life like she did by getting pregnant. Before every date, she reminded me. After every date, there was an interrogation. How did mom ruin her life? When I was sixteen, my mother was thirty-one. I’m sure you get the picture. I never knew my father, and my mother wasn’t sure which guy was in fact my father.

When I was eighteen, I was on a date with this guy, Nick. He tried to get in my pants. I said no, but he guided my hand to his crotch. One thing led to another and I had his cock out of his pants.

I’d heard girls at school talk about blowjobs. I liked Nick and I didn’t have many dates. I didn’t have many dates because I didn’t “put out” as it was called back then, and I was taller than most of the guys and I was chunky. What I’m trying to say is I didn’t think I was all that attractive. The guys didn’t think I was all that attractive.

Anyhow, I discovered that sucking cock made me extremely popular. To my embarrassment, I learned through the grapevine that Nick told all his friends. Nick asked me out again, and his friends called me for dates. I won’t say that I was the most popular girl in school, but there wasn’t a weekend that went by that I didn’t have a date.

Of course, before I left the house my mom warned me about getting pregnant, and she was up when I got home. I started chewing gum to make sure she couldn’t smell cum on my breath.

Oh yeah, after every date there was always cum on my breath. Every date.

I didn’t have any plans to go to college, and so while finishing high school and after graduation I worked in this fast food restaurant. The manager discovered that I was really good with numbers, so he let me run the cash register. He also discovered that I knew how to suck cock. He was thirty and married but thinking back I guess I thought of that as job security. Sometimes mid-afternoon, when we weren’t busy, he’d take me into his office, lock the door, and I’d get on my knees. “Nanci, you are the best cocksucker.” I was pleased that this man, not boy, thought I was good.

Anyhow, a year later, I was in this bar when I met Boyd Lambert. The fact that he was a teacher, impressed me. The fact that I was nineteen, and if I do say so myself, an accomplished cocksucker impressed him.

By the time I started seeing him, I was very familiar with cocks: big ones, small ones, cut, uncut. Frankly, if I had a choice, I preferred uncut. I mean I wouldn’t throw a guy out of bed if he was circumcised. About the big and small ones. I didn’t really like ones that were really big. I couldn’t deep-throat them, which wasn’t a word anyone used back then. I didn’t like small ones either. That brings me back to Boyd. I thought his cock was perfect. A little over six inches long, uncut and skinny, ideal for sliding my lips all the way down his shaft, which I did the first night we were together and every time we saw each other. I considered myself monogamous even though I was sure he wasn’t. That was none of my business. When we were together, I gave him my very best; not that I didn’t with other guys. I wanted him to be monogamous, too, and the very best way, at least in my mind, was to give him the best blowjobs he was ever going to get.

My mother didn’t like the idea that I was going out with a guy so much older. “Nanci, there’s only one thing men want from a girl. Be careful. You know what I told you.” She told me again. She had no idea what I was doing, and she was wrong about the one thing men wanted. Boyd wasn’t getting in my pants, but he was getting blowjobs. I suspect mom would have been shocked.

When Boyd stopped calling and wouldn’t go out with me when I called him, I was depressed. When I called him, I made it absolutely clear what I wanted. I didn’t say blowjob or cocksucking, but there was no question what he was going to get.

Three months later, I started dating again. Some of those former high school guys came into the restaurant and then picked me up after work. They remembered what I was known for in high school; I rarely

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