BLOWJOB QUEEN CONFESSES
SUCKING DICK AND SOMETIMES RICHARD
You can call me 'Sweetheart,' 'Honeybunch,' 'Dear One,' or 'Katie,' which is my given name and ask me if it was good. If my mouth is full of your cum, don't expect a quick answer. First, I have to swallow your sperm or spit it out. Men prefer the swallow, so I learned early on to master that. And yes, it is always good!
I was raised by a single mom. I never got to know my father. Dad was Mom's boyfriend, they were an item for several years until while serving as a Marine, he was killed in one of Uncle Sam's stupid military expeditions. Before shipping out, Dad gave Mom one last 'dong blast', and was never seen whole again. She said the Marines sent back pieces of him in several small boxes.
On a frosty February morning, nine months after my parent's final fling, I popped out of my mom in the local city hospital. There was a storm blowing. The wind was tearing at the windows, performing a symphony of welcoming sounds. I smiled my first smile, content to be in my mother's arms.
The first years passed quickly. Being born in the month of February, my mom had a choice. I could enter school early at five years old or wait until the next year and start at six years of age. Starting late I earned an extra year of play. I did not begin school until I was six. The reason for this late start is significant. It meant that in February of my senior year of high school; I was eighteen years old, old enough to order a beer in a bar or to drive at night.
Mom was working for the local newspaper, taking ads and doubling as a reporter. Unfortunately, local newspapers were going out of business. When rumors of the end of the newspaper began to circulate, she jumped to a new job closer to home. That allowed her to spend more time with me.
Mom never dated, I never knew why. Besides her weekly bar night at Follies Bar, where she and her girlfriend Greta, who lived nearby, held court. Greta had a daughter my age, named Alice. Although we were almost the same age, I was considerably taller. Alice and I were often in the same class at school and we became best friends.
Besides her weekly one night out, Mom hardly ever had a night off. She put all her energy into raising me. We lived in a small building near the center of the suburban village. Grandma watched over me while Mom was working. We were two blocks away from the local RKO movie theater, where Mom had started work a month after I was born.
Mom was 32 years old and worked at the popcorn and candy concession and sometimes was in the outdoor ticket booth selling tickets with an electric heater on the floor. By the time ten years had passed, Mr. Keaton, the manager, retired. The movie theater owners rewarded Mom for her efficiency and made her the manager.
Mom took me to the movies every Saturday morning. There was always a kiddie show where a silly movie, Jerry Lewis, among others was sandwiched between old cartoons, usually ten of them. As I got older, I got to see all the big movie shows that came to town that were appropriate for children. That exposure turned me into a movie critic.
My home offered a strict upbringing. I was raised to be respectful and to be aware of other people's problems. As I grew, my clothes were donated to the smaller kids whose parents were struggling. Mom would volunteer to help cook at the downtown homeless shelters at Thanksgiving. I was taught to refer to adults by calling the men 'Sir' and the women, 'Mam.'
I was eighteen and a half and every inch a bashful virgin. I was shocked when Mom, who had always been pristine, explained to me that the way to acquire a boyfriend was to suck his cock, preferably on the first date. That advice has served me more than grandma's recipe for deep-dish apple pie or Aunty Rose's recipe for brownies with the addition of cream cheese. I can still knock out a winning dessert when the blowjobs are over.
To prove that the world was a sexual jungle she took me when I was eighteen on a Saturday night to watch Larence Harvey, Jane Fonda, and Capuchine in "A Walk on the Wildside," The movie had an adult theme, about a man fascinated by a prostitute, so much so that he followed her across America only to be blinded by her lover. Moviegoers had to be eighteen or older to enter the theater to see that film.
I spent two hours in the upper balcony where most of the adults did not seem to be interested in the film. They were following my Mom's advice. Besides the goings-on on screen, the attendees in the upper balcony were all locked in clinches that often culminated in a ripped popcorn bag being used to hide an erection that the female was coaxed into sucking.
During the brief walk home, Mom asked me "So Katie, what did you think of the film."
"Oh, it was well done but the goings on in the balcony were disgusting. They were doing what you explained to me, what adults do."
"So you got a good look, did ya? As you get older and start dating you'll not think these acts are so disgusting, you'll be doing the same thing yourself."
I'm going to delve into my sexual history from the age of 18 to give the reader an idea of how I ended up with the title, 'Blowjob Queen." I hope a summary of my oral transgressions will be of interest. Oral sex is not as simple as it seems, but it can be a gateway to vaginal and anal activities with single and multiple partners. Once I passed my eighteenth birthday, I began to realize that men found me attractive, staring at my sizable breasts, turning to watch my plump rear as I passed them, and stopping their cars to offer me a ride. I never accepted.
When I was eighteen and a half, I had my first steady boyfriend, Ralph, who was nineteen years old. We had promised each other we would attend the senior prom together, but we broke up the month before and stopped dating. Ralph had introduced me to petting. Why did we break up? I had let Ralph touch me and play with my large breasts, but I refused his more intimate advances. I was still a virgin, and the idea of sucking his cock never appealed to me. Foolishly, it seemed at the time, I thought a blowjob was a rather disgusting act.
Alice, my best friend, was also eighteen. We had planned to attend the senior prom together with our dates. Since I didn't have a date Alice arranged to get me on a date with an older friend of her boyfriend Cooper. Coop was three years older than us. His father had a used car lot outside of town where Coop worked. I waited at Alice's home, in my pretty prom gown until Cooper arrived with his buddy in a large Cadillac that his dad had lent him for the night.
Cooper introduced me to my date.
"Katie, this is Hoagy."
His name was Hogarth, a pretty weird name, but he told me everyone called him Hoagy. He had already finished college and was twenty-three years old. Hoagy lived a distance away in an agricultural area. Both he and Cooper had brought corsages for us. We all piled into the huge auto with plenty of room to spare.
"Wow," I said, "This is some big car!"
"It's a limo. Tonight will be a new adventure for you," said Hoagy as he gallantly held the door open for me.
Little did I realize at that moment how true Hoagy's statement was.
"Just hang loose," said Cooper, "And we will take you to a place you've never been before."
I got into the limo and sat next to my date. I could see Hoagy was tall and wore a silver tweed tuxedo. He was very good-looking, like a movie star. We sat close to each other in the back seat, and Alice and Coop got in the front seat. Hoagy put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. His fingers seemed to flit close to my full breasts, but I didn't say anything. I could see he was more experienced than I was, and I realized this adventure would be exciting.
The boys chatted and cursed at bad drivers. There was a full moon rising in the cloudless night. When we arrived at the dance hall where the prom was being held, we were seated by a monitor who consulted a paper plan that indicated we were at a large circular table with other students. We all knew one another.
My ex-boyfriend Ralph, aged 18, was at the table next to us and giving me dagger eyes. Ralph was with Denise Turner, also 18, a girl I'd known since grade school. She had developed a reputation for easy sex. I was sure that Ralph would get his 'dum dum' wet that night. Right from the start I could see the other girls were making jealous glances at my date.
We had a light dinner and then the music started. Leo Leffers, a student we all knew, had a band, and they were able to cover many current tunes. Leo had a huge guitar and his hair slicked back like Elvis.
"Let's dance, Katie," said Hoagy.
We moved to the center of the hall as the band began to play. Hoagy was a very cool dancer. With the fast numbers, he danced around me doing steps I'd never seen. I felt more comfortable slow dancing with both his arms around me. I felt I was the belle of the ball.
After the prom, Cooper drove us downtown to a well-known nightclub and had more to eat. Hoagy ordered a bottle of Champagne and we all imbibed. A well-known comedian told off-color jokes and my face turned red. A very professional band followed and we danced once more. As it was late, the boys paid the check, and we walked to the car park. We got into the limo and instead of driving home, Cooper headed north and pulled over in a dark spot of the parking lot near the old reservoir.
