I can’t live without blowjobs.Well, maybe that overstates things a little, but life really isn’t the same without them. Let me explain.When I first got my period, I also got pretty serious cramps. They came at any time of my cycle and sometimes were bad enough to keep me home from school. My mom tried her best to help, saying that when she was my age she had the same trouble. We went to a couple of different gynecologists but nothing they did really gave me much relief, so I just suffered through it.I never really got interested in sex until quite late because my problem always made me loathe to think about my privates, much less think of them as a source of pleasure. All of that changed when I met my first boyfriend as a senior in high school. I had been on a couple of dates before, but it was clear that those boys just wanted one thing, and I wasn’t interested. But Jeff was different. We talked and went to see movies and stuff, and he was just fun. He did like kissing and some heavy petting in the dark theaters when the movies weren’t great, but he always respected my limits. He was so sweet that I decided to do something special for his birthday. I went on the Internet and read as much as I could about how to give a good BJ. It was going to be my first, and I wanted it to be the best I could. Of course, one of the topics was “spit or swallow.” It seemed like swallowing certainly wasn’t harmful, and at least some folks seemed to think that spitting was borderline rude – like you were rejecting a gift, sort of.His birthday was going to be only a day or two before that time when the cramps often got bad, so I just prayed that they didn’t come early and that I’d be able to go out on his actual birthday and give him his present. For the date, I told him we were doing a Sadie Hawkins thing and that I was in charge. I picked a nice restaurant and asked Mom to front me an extra two weeks’ allowance so I could afford it. She smiled and just gave me the extra money (she approved of Jeff).The dinner was excellent, but my mind spun the whole evening thinking about my real gift. After I paid the check we got in the car and I drove us (hey, Sadie Hawkins, remember?) to the beach. It was abandoned Ataşehir Escort so late at night, so I parked and took off my seatbelt. He did likewise, and we met in the middle and kissed. As the intensity of our kissing built, he moved a hand down to feel my breast through my shirt and bra, and I moaned a little in appreciation. When I came up for air, I breathlessly suggested we move to the back seat (I am jealous of my parents’ generation a little – they don’t make cars that don’t have bucket seats anymore!).We met in the middle of the back seat and resumed our petting. My hand moved down to feel for his hard cock and I smiled a little when I discovered it. I looked him in the eye and said, “Happy birthday, baby,” while I pulled the zipper open.His eyes got two sizes bigger – I had never made any sort of move on him before, but his surprise morphed into glee as I reached in to find the hole in his boxers and fish his cock out.I freed it and just stopped for a moment to look. It was the first erect cock I had ever seen in person. All of the stereotypes and jokes I had ever heard were confirmed: the head really did look like a mushroom with one eye looking out the top. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and marveled at how warm it felt. I stroked the skin of the shaft up and down a bit and could feel the skin moving over the core of it. Jeff moaned deeply. I ran my tongue over the tip and around the top of the head twice and looked up at his face. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. I could feel his pulse through his cock in my hand. It was fast and strong. I looked back down at his cock and took the head in my mouth, closing my lips around the shaft and running my tongue around it. While I did, I began to stroke the shaft again. I gave a little suction and continued tonguing the head and he moaned again. I felt his hands come to rest on the top of my head and his fingers begin to tangle in my hair.I started to move my head up and down slowly. When my mouth was at the top of his cock, I would run my tongue around the head and then start moving down again. While I did this I kept jacking the shaft. His hands kept moving around in my hair Ataşehir Escort Bayan and his moans were nearly constant. I started speeding everything up little by little until my mouth was just bobbing up and down in a rhythm with the jacking of my hand.Jeff started to pant. He said, “Oh God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” and then I felt him stiffen up. In an instant, his cock grew another size larger in my mouth, and then a spurt of hot cum came out of the tip. Instantly, all I could taste was salt and bitter. Distantly, I knew to expect something that wasn’t peaches and cream. But this wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. But before I could consider further, Jeff’s cock squirted again and I had to start swallowing to keep ahead of his production. He spurted twice more and then sort of slumped into the seat. I ran my tongue over the head once more to make sure not to leave anything behind and then brought my head up off his cock and straightened up. As I did I swallowed hard to try to clear out my mouth as much as I could. I kissed him on the cheek and said, “Happy birthday, baby. I love you.”Jeff opened his eyes and they looked glassy, like he was high. He said, “Oh my God, thank you. I love you too.” He kissed me back and then we both just sat in the back seat. I had my head resting on his chest and he had his arms around my back.I dropped Jeff off at home and he thanked me and kissed me goodnight before he went into his house, and I went home and went to bed.The next day, I felt great. I felt like I had an extra bounce in my step and the cramps I expected were nowhere – not even on the horizon. In fact, a week went by and they never materialized. I felt so chipper that even Mom noticed. One morning at breakfast, she said, “You seem like you’ve been in a really good mood lately.”I answered, “Yeah, Mom, I should be upstairs holding onto my guts today, but everything’s just fine. I don’t get it.”Mom sat down and looked pensive. She was quiet long enough that I started to wonder if anything was wrong. She finally said, “Let me ask you, honey, and don’t worry – I won’t be mad. Did you and Jeff do… anything… when you went out for his birthday?”I Escort Ataşehir blushed and looked away. Before I could speak, Mom did.”I thought so. Honey, I am sorry. I should have told you years ago, but I couldn’t.”I was confused. I looked up and it must have shown. She continued, “There’s something you need to know. It’s our family curse. My mom’s mom told her about it, and she told me. It’s time I told you.”She paused again, seemingly building up the courage to continue.”Women in our family need… sperm. I don’t know how else to say it. The cramping and menstrual trouble you’ve had… well, a man’s… cum… cures it. I don’t know why. Nobody has ever been able to explain it. None of the doctors have any idea why and half of them don’t believe it. But it’s true. We need it, and if we don’t get it… well…”She trailed off and looked away. I couldn’t speak for the longest time as question after question piled up in my brain. Finally, I blurted out, “But Jeff… I just… I mean… I gave him head.”Mom nodded, “Yeah. Any way it gets in you, it still works. I guess whatever it is it can be absorbed… any way.””Does Dad know?”Now it was Mom’s turn to blush. “Oh yes. You know he travels for business sometimes. Well, he can’t be gone more than a week and, well, before he leaves and when he comes home…”I interrupted, “Ok, ok, I don’t want to hear more.”Mom said, “I’m sorry I never told you before now, but I just couldn’t tell you before you were ready. I just couldn’t.”I nodded. “So, I need… to do it… or else I will have problems?”Mom said, “Yes. But you need to be safe, and it’s going to be harder for you because you obviously can’t use a condom. Remember, you can get STDs from blowjobs too.”And that was how it began. I had been taking birth control pills – it was one of the things the gynos tried to keep my symptoms under control – so I didn’t worry about getting pregnant, and with the symptoms under control, everything changed for me, sex-wise. I gave Jeff a couple more BJs before we had sex the first time (my first time ever). I never told him about the family curse, and we parted when we graduated and he went off to college. That whole spring and summer I allowed myself to almost forget about the curse. But when I got to college, I had just gotten settled into my new dorm when the cramps came back. Almost in an instant, I was reminded of what I had to do. But I had no one. I knew I needed a one-night stand, but the idea was just a little revolting. But I had to do something.