** At the time of writing, I'm currently 48 years old and divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I cant quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don't judge me. I'd love to receive comments from my readers too so feel free to say what you want. **
In the previous chapters, I briefly explained how I stared sleeping with my Uncle, then my Dad and my two brothers. It went on and I was never sure if the others knew but I suspected they did. No one really said anything. Dad was the most often -- at least once a week but usually 2 or 3 times a week. With Mark, it wasn't that often. He liked blowjobs though and would often get me to blow him. With John it was also about once a week.
I learnt I liked giving blowjobs and I perfected my art with Mark. I learnt how to deepthroat with Mark and I learnt how to read a man's sighs and groans and adjust what I was doing to give him pleasure. With Mark I also learnt that how to tease his balls while I was sucking him and even tease his ass hole. I slipped my finger in a few times too and the response was amazing.
It was also then that I learnt what the prostate was and how massaging it or teasing it while sucking seemed to elicit such a wild response from Mark. He would cum in buckets too if I stimulated his prostate and I'd have a hard time swallowing it all down.
Mark also loved to cum on my face, something that I wasn't particularly fond of but something I knew he liked. Over the years, with different men, what I had learnt and practiced with Mark came into good practice and I was often told I had an amazing mouth.
For me, giving blowjobs gave me an immense feeling of power. I know some men think that women are subservient during the act of giving a blowjob but to me it felt like I had the power. I mean, I was the one sucking you and controlling when you came. I was the one drawing his seed into my mouth and following it. I was the one that was making them glassy eyed and begging for release. So in my mind, it was a very powerful thing.
And as I said, I liked it. I liked the taste, I liked the feel, I liked the smell. The feeling of a hot cock in my mouth, pulsing and tensing when I licked it or sucked it was just amazing. The feeling of the cock head swelling and then spurting warm liquid into my mouth was divine. I just loved giving head.
Surprisingly, none of my boys, yes, I called my Dad and brothers my boys, gave me oral. Sure, they would lick a little to get me more wet but they never spent and time down there. At that point in time it suited me fine as I would much rather be sucking a cock then having my cunt licked. That kind of stayed with me for a long time. I guess some of it had to do with me wanting to feel fresh all the time and I was kind of turned off by how I might smell or taste and that inhibited me.
But anyway, back to another experience.
It was a Saturday afternoon and both my brothers were out somewhere. I was lazing on the couch, switching channels on the TV, not really watching anything in particular. I was wearing an old, thin frock, one of what I called my houseclothes. Nothing that I would ever wear outside the house. It was ratty and used but comfortable. Perfect for lazing at home.
"Whatcha watching?" Dad asked as he stood in the entrance to the lounge.
"Umm...nothing really, just flicking channels."
"Anything interesting?" He asked.
"Nah uh." I replied, shaking my head.
Dad smiled at me and cocked his head toward his room, his indication that he wanted some. "No one is home. And I love how you look in those old clothes of yours."
"Daddy wants to fuck me?" I teased.
He smiled. "How do I resist you. Come."
