This story is extremely loosely based on a girl in one of my old neighborhoods who had an incestuous relationship with her brother. She also liked to give the boys in the apartment complex we lived in blowjobs on occasion. However, the details and names in this story are completely fictional.

My name is Debbie Blackwood and I'm a cocksucking addict. I'm 26 now,  but I have the need to have dick in my mouth every day and  that desire still has yet to decline one iota. Let me explain how this got started:

I come from a family of alcoholics, so addiction runs pretty deep in my background. My mom divorced my dad when I was 11 and me and my older brother Royce lived with her in an apartment complex in a lower middle class neighborhood until we both moved out, me to go to college, my brother to go into the Marines. Their fondness for booze was a large part of what drew my parents together and maintained their relationship until it finally did as it was bound to, implode amid mutual physical abuse and ceaseless arguments. Her behavioral pattern was to come home from work, have a few highballs of Jack Daniels and then pass out. Or she would hit her favorite bar and bring men home to drink with and fuck.

One night when I was 13, I got up around 1 a.m. to use the bathroom. I heard a man's voice coming from my mom's room and, as I sometimes would, stealthily walked over to listen to what was occurring. Only this time, she had left her door ajar. When I peered into her room, which was illuminated only by her tv, I saw her on her knees in front a man who was standing up. "Yeah, that's a good little slut," he remarked as mom's mouth coasted over his cock. "Fuck, you really know how to do this good," he continued, as the pace of his breathing increased. Watching this spectacle made my heart pound like it could shatter my rib cage. "That's it bitch, ohhhhh fuckkkk, God, yes, suck it, play with my balls," he rasped. She was now bobbing her head in earnest and he was beginning to groan loudly even though there were two kids in the house. "Oh yeah, that's it you whore, oh fuck, yeahhhh," he sighed before emitting a loud grunt and spewing his cum into mom's mouth. I didn't see her spit it out, so I assume she swallowed it. He stroked her head as she remained keeling. "You have the best mouth in town," he praised. They then got into bed together and God only knows what they did after that. He left an hour later.

My pussy was on fire after seeing her service this stranger who, I imagine, she had just met that night. I had my first period only four months before and wasn't all that experienced in sexual things, but I found the whole interaction incredibly erotic, dirty and exciting. I didn't like him calling my mom those names, but it surprised me how hot it was to me when he uttered those derogatory words toward her. I slipped off back to my bedroom and hastily pulled my pajamas and panties off to comfort my throbbing clit. I had never been this aroused in my young life and as soon as I was able to get on my back and spread my legs my righthand fingers were making rapid circles on my nubbin while I pressed two fingers of my left into my dripping cunt and stimulated myself to three soul wrenching orgasms that had my hips bucking and my breathing almost attaining hyperventilation. When I finished, the climaxes took so much out of me that I fell into a very placid slumber. I had never felt so sexually satisfied through mere masturbation. But then again, I was also still a virgin then and had little idea how amazing it was when one finds that fulfillment.

A few days later, my mom went right from work to the bar and so my brother and I were alone again. During the nights after what I had witnessed go on between mom and the man, I kept on masturbating after replaying it in my mind. It definitely made me curious about blowjobs. I knew that some of the older girls at my middle school did it and I wondered if I was missing out on something. Also, did it really feel THAT good to a guy that he would seek out anonymous encounters to get head? Royce brought home a loose joint he bought after school and lit it while we sat there watching tv in the livingroom. Now neither of us would touch alcohol after seeing what it did to our parents and knowing that we likely were genetically predisposed to addiction issues. We did, though occasionally share a little weed and, as the high commenced suppressing my inhibitions, I turned to him and asked, "Hey Royce?" "What?" "How does it feel when a girl gives you a blowjob?" "It feels amazing," he blurted. "So you really like them?" "Fuck yeah," he somewhat dreamily replied.

"Can I try giving you one?" I pleaded. "Huh? What did you say?" he wondered, thinking his ears were tricking him. So I said in a louder voice, "Can you show me how to give a blowjob?" I implored. He started at me blankly for a second. My heart was beating a mile a minute even though my brother and I were close like two soldiers in a foxhole after surviving the battles between my parents and dealing with their too frequent inebriation. It wouldn't be too much of an exaggeration to say that we were raising ourselves. "I guess," he answered in a somewhat bewildered tone.  At that moment, I was very happy he would do this for me, but I was also somewhat apprehensive because I didn't want to be a total fail at it and my senses were dulled by the pot, lending the whole thing a surreal aura about it.

I slowly rose off the couch and kneeled in front of him like I had seen mom do. He stood, lethargically undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles. I grasped his flaccid rod and darted my tongue at it a few times hoping that I wouldn't taste anything bad. I didn't and that made me a little braver, so I slid the tip of my tongue over it's at that moment short length and it began to come to attention. The more I eased my tongue around the circumference of his penis the more he was moaning as it was lengthened and thickened.

Now was the moment of truth as I opened my mouth and engulfed his prong. I shut my lips around it and commenced bobbing my head up and down, eliciting more moans from him. I was also tasting his precum. I couldn't get the entire thing in my mouth even though I tried. Initially, I was just trying to get used to the idea of having Royce's fuck stick in my mouth, but once I got going, I found myself more and more wanting to please him. I also had something of a sense of accomplishment being able to pleasure a guy this way, even if he was my own brother. His breathing was beginning to sound like that of the man mom had sucked. I then remembered the man wanting his balls fondled, so I did that for Royce and he stiffened up and then shot a huge wad of cum into my mouth.

Now I was in a quandary. Royce had let out a long, pleasured sigh and dropped back on to the couch. His semen didn't taste very good and the texture was like snot. I just held it there on my tongue not sure what to do with it. Mom swallowed her lover of the moment's juice. "Swallow it!" Royce barked suddenly. This startled me and I reflexively did as he ordered. I quickly ran to the kitchen to drink some milk to mask the off taste that was left on my tongue. I went back into the livingroom. "Did I do okay?" I sincerely inquired. "I'm not complaining," he laughed.

Doing it for him made me feel very giddy, though I don't know why. Maybe because there was an illicit quality to that act and thus was a secret only we could share. Or that oral sex has such a dirty connotation to it. It definitely made me wet and I trudged upstairs of the two level three bedroom abode to relieve the tension inside me. I pulled my panties off of one leg and rolled my skirt up to gain access to my clit. After a couple minutes of diddling, I decided I wanted to be naked so I could also handle my boobies. Once I had shed my clothes, I manipulated my tits and lightly pinched my nipples while my righthand fingers danced on the hood of my girl penis. The thing was that the more my ardor ascended, the more I wanted a cock in my mouth again. I imagined a man feeding me his sausage from next to my head while another one fucked me and I soon experienced a searingly heat packed climax that had me panting afterward.

My main thought when I got up the next morning was that I wanted to suck Royce's cock again. Unfortunately, mom left for work at about the same time as he and I headed for school, so there was no opportunity. However, when we got home from our respective campuses, I approached him. "Hey Royce, how did you feel about what we did last night?" "Debbie, it was weird when I thought about it after coming down off the weed, but there was something kinda cool about it, too, because it was so taboo. So to be honest, I guess we're supposed to feel bad about it, but I don't. Blowjobs are nice no matter who you get them from." "I'm glad you feel that way, Royce," I smiled shyly. "Can I do it again?" "What, you want to suck me again?" "Yeahhh" I rejoindered in a flirty way. "Sure babe, if that floats your boat."

Right there in the kitchen, I sunk to my knees and undid the button on his pants and opened his zipper. Next was yanking his trousers and his boxers down to expose his penis to me. I gently stroked it, feeling its girth, the texture of the skin and the evolving growth of it as the stimulation accumulated. I was going to use it as my plaything this time and pointed the tip of my tongue to very lightly tantalize the soft head. I giggled as he jumped and moaned simultaneously. I surrounded the tip of the head with my lips and applied mild suction attempting to extract his pleasure out from the root of his cock to the head and make it shatter there. It was becoming a game for me and I grinned as I endeavored to see what kind of reactions I could get out of him with every different way I would lick it or create pressure on it. "Oh shit, oh shit Debbie, oh fuck," he muttered as I played with the symbol of his being not yet quite knowing when I would unintentionally pull his trigger and end up with millions of sperm in my mouth.

He eventually gave me a signal as to what he wanted by pulling on the back of my head in order to force my mouth on to his shaft and I did like had the night before, bobbing it up and down until his resistance crumbled and blasted his cream in warm, thick spurts on to my tongue. "How did that feel?" I solicited. "Fucking epic!" he informed me. I smiled and my heart danced when he said that. The eroticism of orally engineering his release really turned me on and made me want to explore further how many ways I could use my mouth to elicit ecstasy from guys. It was like I was viewing giving a hummer as an art. At the same time, I had no idea how it actually felt since I wasn't inside their skin when I had my mouth on their primary male object. Also, did all guys respond the same way or, as with women and how our clitorises respond, is everyone different?

"Is there any way I could have improved on what I did?" I queried. "You could have deep throated it, I guess," he averred. I didn't know what that was. We only had one computer in the house and I didn't use what time I spent with it looking at porn, so the term was obscure to me. So when Royce left to go hang out with his buddies, I did a search of the term and found a bunch of videos that demonstrated that technique and there were other sites that told how to come to be able to do that. Basically, it allowed for the aggressive penetration of the girl's throat by a man's penis. I wondered if mom knew how to do this, though I didn't remember seeing her do it when I spied on her.

This was a new challenge for me and I attacked it with all the zealousness of an athlete working out so he might one day play pro ball. I practiced deep throating every day using various recommended methods and I kept blowing my brother, too. It took me a couple of months, but the day I was able to finally get all of Royce's 6.5 inches into my mouth I exalted. He led out a loud gasp and grunt. It only took a few times of feeling my throat muscles on his dick to make him shoot. 'Holy shit, Debbie, you give the best head ever!" he praised. That made me feel so proud and so turned on.

When I was in ninth grade, I started to develop some nice hips and a shapelier butt and I now had C cups, too. They grew two full cup sizes over just that year. My face thinned out somewhat as I began to lose some of that puppy fat. I was still sucking my brother. The secretive aspect of what I was doing to him made it even hotter for me. Then other boys began to finally notice me.