Once again I want to thank Kirk2004 for editing this story. Also I want to thank my readers. This chapter is a little slow, but answers some questions and leads into the final one. That chapter should be up in one or two day. Thanks. Maddie
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Deep Throat Training
"I remember coming up here once when Evan was training a girl to deep throat." Michael continued, "She was petite, blond, small built, tiny tits and not very pretty. She was very eager to learn how without gagging. It seems her mother was in favor of this, too, because she thought the girl could make big money as a porn star. I think that's when I decided this life wasn't for me, not that part anyway.
"I was in college by this time studying for the bar, and I sure didn't think this kind of lifestyle fit in with a corporate lawyer image. I remember thinking she seemed very young, even though Evan said she was eighteen. Since Evan was very much into control, and he liked to play, tease, even torment at times, teaching her to deep throat was just up his alley.
"You probably haven't seen or done a lot of cock sucking, have you?" Michael smiled when Kit shivered and blushed.
"Only yours," she replied as the red crept up from the tips of her breasts to her cheeks.
"And that's the way it's going to stay." He tapped her nose. "Anyway most men are about six, seven inches long when fully erect. Some may even be eight inches if really long, or if really, really, long nine inches, but the ten to twelve-inch cocks you read about in porn just don't exist. Oh, there may be a few, but they're few and far between. Hell, Kit, most men aren't 'Trigger the Wonder Horse' no matter what they might like you to believe. And it doesn't matter how big or small they are flaccid, erect they mostly fall in that seven inch range.
"Now thickness is another matter. Some men are pretty thin. I remember thinking Jack had one of the thinnest dick's I'd ever seen and, believe me, boys in locker rooms check things like that out. I mean who wants to be the smallest dick around. Keep it covered if it's an embarrassment."
This made Kit laugh, and Michael planted a kiss on her neck and whispered in her ear.
"Now mine is probably pretty average, but it's all in how you use it," he said making her giggle again.
It was mid morning and they had slept late. They were still in bed, and Michael was holding her in his arms. Kit asked about the times Michael came to the cabin with his brother. It fascinated her even though, at the same time, it amazed and horrified her.
"Anyway, back to this deep throat training. The natural response to something stuck in your mouth is to gag. What you want to do is try to relax. Breathing is important. Get a rhythm. You need to relax your throat muscles too. That's what Evan told me anyway. I haven't sucked any cock and that's not all, I don't plan to. Now pussy, that's another matter."
Michael slid his finger up between Kit's thighs making her blush again. God she was cute when she blushed. Kit had never taken him to the root. Maybe later he'd have a training lesson of his own.
"I think her name was Janey or Jacey or something like that. Evan got her to relax by holding her in his lap, softly crooning to her, and caressing her breasts. I think he gave her a glass or two of wine, too. Then he had her kneel and put her hands on her thighs. If she couldn't keep them there, he told her that he would tie them behind her back. I remember thinking while the words were a command they came out soft and smooth almost like a whispered caress.
"He had the girl in his trance. The thing is...he kept telling me what he was doing and why the whole time, but I don't think she ever heard him talking to me. She only heard the words he whispered to her. He told her to open her mouth and he put the head of his penis on her tongue. Then very slowly and very gently, he entered her mouth and then pulled out to the tip again. He whispered 'breathe' and he had his fore finger rubbing under her nose with his thumb kind of over the top and down the side. He did this, he said for two reasons. First, he could control her breathing that way and second, if her involuntary reaction at any time caused her to start to bite down, he could cut off her air causing her to open her mouth to breath. He had his other hand wrapped in her hair right at the base of her skull. He could pull her head back and forth or just hold her still.
"When he started going in farther, I could see she was having problems keeping her hands on her thighs and was gagging more. Evan just nodded to Marcy, and Marcy knelt down behind her spreading her thighs so she was right up against the girl. Marcy locked her hands over Janey's hands and pulled them to her own thighs. She put her head right next to her ear and said, 'It's okay, honey. Relax, sweetie, you can do it. Don't gag, just relax. Tip your head more. That's right'. You know the kind of things to calm her. One time after Evan pushed in and out several times and she was gagging, she was able to pull back enough that he came completely out of her mouth. I thought he would get mad, but he just closed his fingers around her nose and said quietly, 'Open, little girl, open,' and she did.
"Evan started this 'training' on a Friday evening. Every so often, he would have her back on the floor to 'practice'. On Saturday evening, he had her on the table on her back with her head hanging over the edge. By Sunday morning, she was able to suck cock down to his balls with almost no gagging, dry eyes, and little encouragement. By the time he was done with the weekend training, she took him in completely several times and could swallow without gagging. Tears were running down her face the first couple of times she took him all the way, but she smiled like she had just won a gold medal. I was totally impressed."
"Did you help with the training?"
"Yes."
"You didn't say that when you were telling the story."
"No, I guess I didn't."
"Why?"
Michael was thoughtful for a minute.
"When I look back, that I'm not proud I was part of teaching that girl fellatio. Hell she was just a kid. I know that kids do 'it'. Hell, I had sex for the first time when I was fifteen," he finally said.
"I think I understand what you're saying. You said she wanted to learn, and she seemed very pleased with her results that last night. Did it seem that she was being forced by her mother?" Kit asked after a thoughtful moment.
"I don't know. What I do know is that she wanted to please. She wanted to please very much. I don't know if it was the thought of getting money, or if it was because Evan who, in a Master to slave sort of way, was really nice to her the entire weekend. She was a true submissive. He had me sleep with her and told me to fuck her all I wanted. He even said, 'Let her practice on you, my boy.' And I did. I remember she wasn't very cute, and I didn't want to kiss her but I had her 'practice' several times."
Kit's eyes narrowed a bit. Michael knew she was in deep contemplation. After awhile she said, "You're not very much like your brother, are you?"
"We favored each other, but that's because we both looked like mom with the dark hair and eyes. It's the Italian in us, but you're asking about our personality, I think. Evan had some of dad's features and a lot of his personality, without the meanness. I don't have any of his features, and there's a reason for that.
"It was years after dad died when mom told me he was not my 'real' father. Their marriage was so bad that she had an affair and I was the result. My biological father died in an auto accident before I was born, and that's why mom didn't leave dad when she found out she was pregnant. She said the marriage didn't get any better and finally she couldn't take it any more and filed for divorce. But I had to give it to dad, if he knew, and mom said he did, he never threw it up to her or me. I don't think Evan knew.
"And he did leave the cabin to both Evan and me. Maybe dad was just trying to do one good thing for all the hell he put Mom through. I don't know. I do know dad always paid support, and we lived in a nice home.
"I did a little genealogy and found that my biological father was pretty much alone in the world, no near relatives. Mom was an abused wife. I think they just gravitated to each other. I don't blame mom. What's done is done, but it does explain why dad never paid much attention to me even before the divorce. I never had a chance to know my biological father; I will probably always think of Carl Buchanan as my dad. I do carry my biological father's first name."
"I never knew that. Something else you didn't tell me," Kit commented.
"I didn't want you to think less of mom," Michael replied.
