37 comments/ 281531 views/ 130 favorites Stepsucker By: DrEction "I'm not showing you guys my tits," Melissa said, rolling her eyes, and giving my brother Max a playful push to the shoulder. "You're such pervs." I couldn't help it. Anytime that my stepsister Melissa mentioned anything even mildly sexual it would inspire me to jerk off to her at least a couple of times. Of course, I never told her, or anyone else, about that. I had always had a thing for Melissa, well before our parents had even started dating. She was a few grades ahead of me in elementary school, and she used to live just down the street. Every boy in my class thought I was the luckiest kid in the world to live in the same neighborhood as the goddess, Melissa Dawson. Needless to say, I convinced my mother that I had taken a sudden interest in astronomy so that she would buy me a telescope for my birthday. I never did get a good view of Melissa through her window, and over the years, after she started going to junior high, I started to see, and think about her, much less often. When I finally made it to junior high, she became a freshman in high school, so we were separated again. The final nail in the coffin seemed to be when her family moved to the other side of town. By the time that she was almost no more than a memory to me, I found out that my mom was going on a date with Melissa's dad. Now up to this point, I had never actually spoken a word to Melissa. I was positive that she didn't even know of my existence. The possibilities presented by our parents dating made me nervous enough to feel sick to my stomach. I was shy enough around average-looking girls my own age, but the idea of simply being introduced to Melissa Dawson in person drove me to the brink of madness. As the relationship between our parents progressed, I actually avoided meeting her. I just knew she would think I was a loser. When my mom accepted her dad's marriage proposal, I couldn't put off the introduction any longer. My mom told me that the "future family" was going to get together for dinner so that we could all get to know each other. My older brothers, Dean and Max, went to school with Melissa, and they were really excited about it. Apparently over the years, Melissa had earned quite the reputation. When the night finally came for me to meet Melissa, I thought I was going to have a fit. I remembered her as a cute girl that I had a crush on, but she had become a gorgeous young woman who would make any man's jaw drop. She came to dinner wearing a small tube top, a stark contrast to the size of what was underneath, and the tightest pair of hip-hugger jeans that you could ever imagine. I spent the whole evening trying to avoid staring at Melissa, unlike Dean and Max, and most of all, to avoid standing up and revealing the throbbing hard-on that I was sporting under the table. That night I masturbated for the very first time, and as you might have guessed, I thought of Melissa the entire time. From then on, my infatuation was unstoppable. As the years went on, I thought about her all the time, and did my very best to hide my secret crush from everyone. My older brothers however, were much less secretive. They were "accidentally" forgetting to knock on the bathroom door almost every day, and she was constantly catching them listening in on her phone calls. It didn't take long for Melissa to start hating the situation with Dean and Max, and my shyness actually started to work for me. I was too bashful to try anything with her, so to my delight, she was pretty nice to me. To make things better, she had a brother Mark(he lived with their mother) who was the same age as me. He came over now and then, and I ended up becoming pretty good friends with him. I think this, along with the comparison to Dean and Max, made me seem like a nice guy. I didn't have much in common with a popular cheerleader who was always invited to the coolest parties, but I still managed to get along with her as the years kept passing. To further solidify the growing bond between us, I started to cover for Melissa whenever she stayed out late with one of her many boyfriends. I guess this sort of made me "cool" in her book, and despite my continued feelings for her, she really did become like my real sister. I even started to feel kind of dirty about my fantasies, and in a strange way, that made them more enjoyable. Anyway, I should probably steer this back to the beginning. After I turned eighteen, and the time came for me to graduate from high school, Dean, Max, and best of all, Melissa, came back from college for the ceremony. If possible, when Melissa came back home, she was even hotter than ever. I hadn't talked to her in quite a while, and to my chagrin, I almost felt like we were strangers again. The night after my graduation, when our parents had gone to sleep; Dean, Max, Melissa, and myself were playing cards in the basement. Most of their friends had moved on to college as well, and since I really wasn't one for parties, we decided to hang out together. It sounded like a good chance for all of us to catch up, but it ended up being a boring display of just how little the four of us had in common. The T.V. was on in the background, but we weren't watching anything in particular. I was about to come up with an excuse for going to bed early when Melissa suddenly mentioned that poker would be more interesting if something was at stake. Dean and Max had calmed down from when they were teenagers, so when Dean jokingly mentioned that we should be playing strip poker, I genuinely believed he was kidding around. Whether or not it had been a serious suggestion, that's exactly what we ended up doing. Ten more minutes into the game, and the vibe had taken an abrupt turn. We all joked around and teased each other whenever someone had to remove a piece of clothing, but I could feel a sudden tension from my brothers every time Melissa lost a hand. A tension that could only be rivaled by the strain growing within my jeans. The moment that she took her shirt off, we were all reminded of just how beautiful this woman really was. Her breasts were so perfectly shaped that I almost wondered if she had a boob job while away at college. I couldn't believe the lust that was already sweeping over me. Her breasts were the kind of perky that you only see from centerfolds. The three of us made such a spectacle of not staring at her chest that it had to be extremely obvious that that was what we really wanted to be doing. As if God was specifically trying to lighten everyone up in that basement, a "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial started playing on the T.V. screen. We all noticed the coincidence, and shared an awkward laugh. I took the distraction to subtly shift the way I was seated. I had lost my shirt in the card game, and if my pants were to come off, there would be no way of hiding my massive erection. I was stunned when Max made a gutsy attempt at humor. "I wonder how many beads it takes for Melissa to do that?" he said, nodding at one of the girls flashing on the T.V. screen. "You wish," Melissa said with a scoff. That's when things really got started. It was as if even the most remote possibility of seeing Melissa's breasts was enough to set off old feelings within my brothers. They goaded her on like they were only kidding around, but I think we all noticed the strong sexual undercurrent. Dean and Max were acting like perverted little kids again while I just sat there trying to focus on the cards in my hand. I didn't want Melissa thinking of me in the same category as my brothers, but I was secretly praying that the two of them would manage to convince her. "I'm not showing you guys my tits," Melissa said, rolling her eyes, and giving my brother Max a playful push to the shoulder. "You're such pervs." Her tone was pretty insistent, and Dean and Max seemed to have the wind taken out of their sails. Being shot down like that must have embarrassed the two of them, because before long they were looking for an excuse to leave. Melissa probably noticed how awkward they felt as well. Her hand was cupped over the bottom of her face to hide a grin. To my pleasure, she even shared a knowing look with me. I shrugged back at her with a sheepish grin as if I had no excuse for their behavior. The best thing Dean and Max were able to come up with was that they were suddenly feeling tired. Melissa was pretty cool about it, and didn't give them a hard time. I assumed that she was also going to come up with a reason for leaving. After all, why would she want to hang out with her nerdy little stepbrother? To my surprise, she shuffled the deck of cards, and started to deal another hand. We kept playing poker for the next few minutes, but neither of us took off any more clothes. Though she didn't take anything else off, she never bothered to put her shirt back on. Between Melissa sitting there in her bra, and the "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial that was still playing, I didn't feel comfortable letting my eyes wander around the room. I also couldn't get up and leave, because that would expose the huge tent pitched in my jeans. I felt strange sitting there without talking, so I tried to make conversation. Melissa had seemingly noticed my glances at the T.V., and since I didn't want her thinking that I was getting a kick out of it, I came up with something to say. "Can you believe those girls?" I asked, scoffing with mock disapproval, not even considering that Melissa could have things in common with them. "What do their friends and family think when they see them on T.V. giving it all up for a string of beads?" Like she did with my brothers, Melissa tried to hide a grin behind her hand. This time it was different though, like she wanted to say something, but was holding back. What was so funny? I didn't think that I had said anything all that stupid. "What are you grinning at?" I asked. "Did I make a joke?" "No, sorry," she said, her smile growing wider. "It's just that you said that those girls on T.V. are "giving it all up". Flashing guys on Bourbon Street is pretty tame compared to what goes on at college parties." "Seriously?" I said. I'm not completely naïve about things. I knew that plenty of sorority girls were supposed to be pretty loose, but I couldn't believe anything beyond flashing could happen at a party. Who would have any kind of sex with a bunch of other people around? "What do you mean? What happens at college parties?" Hopefully, I didn't sound too eager for a hot story or two. "Well, you know," Melissa said, shrugging her shoulders as if it were obvious. "A lot of the same stuff that happens at high school parties. Haven't you ever gone to one that got a little crazy?" What was she talking about? There weren't any crazy sex parties with high school kids, were there? Like I said, I've always been kind of shy, but I think I still would have heard about anything wild going on. Was Melissa just kidding around with me, or was I really that ignorant to the way things were? "I guess I don't know much about that stuff," I said, making a pathetic attempt at nonchalance. "I've never been all that popular." "I know," Melissa said. "But you're a good-looking guy. Haven't you even been invited to a rainbow party." "A what?" A surprised expression came across Melissa's face. I think she was realizing just how inexperienced I really was. Part of me wanted to change the subject to avoid embarrassment, but another part of me was getting incredibly turned on by the discussion. "A rainbow party," Melissa said. She started talking to me like I was a kid. I didn't mind it very much. She was actually nicer to me when she was thinking of me as her little brother. "All the girls wear a different shade of lip gloss, and the guys try to get as many different colors on their penis as they can before the party is over." "How do they...?" I began, realizing how stupid I was half-way through the sentence. "Never mind, I get it. I still don't think that stuff was going on at my school." "Ahh..." Melissa said, making that noise people make when a baby or a puppy does something cute. "No offense, but you should get out more. You're missing out on a lot of fun. It isn't the 50's. Most dates in high school end with more than a goodnight kiss. I'm surprised you don't know more of this. I mean, how long was it before your last girlfriend gave you a hummer or a handjob?" Now I was getting totally flustered. There were beads of sweat running down my forehead, and I must've been blushing terribly. I was thrown off by such a direct question, and didn't have a clue how to respond. "I'm sorry," Melissa said. "That really isn't any of my business. I didn't mean to embarrass you." "No, no," I quickly replied, not wanting to discourage her from talking like that to me. I already knew that I would be able to jerk off for weeks thinking about this conversation, as uncomfortable as it was at that moment. "It's okay, I don't mind. You just caught me off guard." She smiled again, but this time, it was somewhat sheepishly. Melissa had been sitting in a chair, with me on the couch, and to my surprise, she was sliding over next to me. Having her so close to me, and so scantily clad, made me feel like fainting. "Hasn't a girl ever done that for you?" Melissa said, almost whispering. "Given you a blowjob?" I let out a self-deprecating chuckle that may have come across as a nervous croak. "Not really," I said. "Not really?" she asked. "Okay, not at all," I admitted. It was still weird talking to her like this, but somehow she was managing to be very comforting. I knew that she wasn't making fun of me. I jumped slightly when she put her hand on my shoulder. "Haven't you ever wanted that?" she said. I grunted noncommittally. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Melissa said with a laugh. "I'd be more concerned if you didn't want to get head." What was she saying? I couldn't believe we were talking like this. Was it normal for a girl to speak like this to her stepbrother? If it was possible, I think I started to blush even more. "I guess I should've sent out more of those R.S.V.P's," I said. I was thrilled to get her to laugh again. "I'm still shocked that those parties actually happen." "Where do you think I went all those times you covered for me with our parents?" Melissa said, giving me a wink. "Are you serious?" "Of course I am," Melissa said. "It's no big deal. It doesn't even count as sex. Technically, I was a virgin all throughout high school." We shared another laugh, and I could've sworn that Melissa slid even closer to me. I was absolutely flushed. Was I imagining things, or was my stepsister flirting with me? I could only assume that she was doing it in a playful way, and that she didn't mean for it to go anywhere. I was wrong. "You know," Melissa said in a sly tone of voice. "I never did pay you back for those times that you covered for me." What was that supposed to mean? Taking a deep breath, I replied, "It was nothing." With her one hand still on my shoulder, her other hand rested on my knee. "If you want me to," she said, practically purring. "I will." What was she talking about? This had to be a joke. She couldn't mean... Letting out the most awkward laugh of my life, I said, "Quit kidding around, Melissa. We're related." Her hand moved up my knee, and to my thigh. Referring to her earlier remark, she said, "Only technically." Suddenly everything started happening as if I was only watching it from a distance; like an out of body experience. Melissa pulled down on my shoulder, forcing me to settle back into the couch. As part of the same smooth motion, she slithered down to her knees, positioning herself between my legs. A myriad of thoughts came racing through my mind. Was this actually happening? Could I have fallen asleep into the greatest dream of all time? If this really was happening, wouldn't it be wrong to let it? What would my parents think if they found out about this? The only way to answer those questions was this: I hope so, I hope not, and a double "Who cares?". "Relax," she whispered. "No big deal, remember?" I nodded my head, and uttered what could only be described as gibberish. It was easy for her to suggest relaxing. For me, I was convinced that my heart was about to start beating out of my chest, and she hadn't even touched me yet. Melissa ran her hands up my legs, and rested her grip on the button of my jeans. Though I was watching her every move, I couldn't work up the nerve to look her in the eyes for very long; as if doing that would remind me too much that she was my stepsister. She undid the button, and with a sexy giggle, pulled down my zipper with her teeth. The bulge inside of my boxers immediately popped up, giving me nice relief from the constraint of my pants. Melissa's eyebrows arched for a moment when she saw how hard I already was, and I could only hope that it was because she was impressed, not disappointed. She made quick work of taking my jeans off, and tossed them aside. It was just too unbelievable. How could I be this lucky? Her gaze took on a mischievous gleam as she turned her attention back to my groin. She rested her hand gently on the tent in my boxers, and began to softly massage my package. My breathing really started to pick up when I noticed her tipping her head downward. Melissa pursed her lips as her mouth came into contact with my protruding underwear. I squirmed restlessly when she kissed and nibbled at my cock through the thin fabric. "Oh shit..." I whispered, sighing with pleasure. Melissa grabbed the waist strap of my boxers, and said, "Maybe I should cut back on the teasing. Don't want your first time ending too early." She pulled off my boxers, and I finally felt my throbbing cock spring out of its confines. My dick wasn't that much longer than average, but I thought that the girth of it was probably bigger than most guys. At that moment it was probably the biggest it had ever been; the head of my penis actually pointing right at the ceiling. It was a surreal image to have Melissa on her knees in front of me, my exposed cock inches from her face. If I didn't keep control of myself, I would've exploded any second. My body trembled, and I groaned softly when Melissa's hands at last wrapped around my swollen member. She squeezed and lightly tugged on it, sending a nice tingling sensation through my body. Her grip became more firm, and she worked her pumping arm into a steady motion. Melissa suddenly tipped her head to the side, and dug her mouth into my scrotum. Her lips smacked together as she started making out with my sack, rolling my balls with her probing tongue. I could tell that she was getting into it, her demeanor becoming more and more aggressive. She was feasting on my testicles like they were candy. Melissa gradually worked her lips upward, moving her kisses and licks to my shaft. I became harder still as she used her dripping saliva to lather my manhood, leaving no inch of my groin unattended. She placed her tongue flat against the base of my cock, and ran it slowly up to the tip, using a fast flicking motion at the end. Feeling that sweet stimulation to the head of my penis sent a wave of euphoria through my entire body. Never in a million years did I think Melissa would one day be giving me a blowjob. "Do you like that?" Melissa said with a slutty little smirk. "Do you want me to take you into my mouth?" This was incredible! Not only was she giving me head, but she was talking dirty to me while doing it. Melissa was starting to remind me of a pornstar. I was simply overwhelmed. I figured that I might have to start getting a bit dirty too just to keep up with her. I didn't want to come across as a wimp. Still, I wasn't sure what to do. Stepsucker Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the sequel to the story "Stepsucker", which can also be found here on Literotica. It would help the experience to start with the first story, but if necessary, I'm sure this one can stand on its own. This story is fiction, and all characters are over eighteen. * Melissa was back. My beautiful stepsister had decided to drop out of college, and to move back home with her father and my mother. She could have moved in with her mom, who had a much bigger house, but it seemed that she had something else in mind. Even though I was over eighteen, I was still living at home as well, not having enough money from my cashier job to get a place of my own. When I heard that Melissa was coming back to the house, I decided that I was in no hurry to leave. I hadn't spoken much to Melissa since the time she went down on me in the basement, my first and only blowjob. It had been the single best experience of my life, and whenever I thought about it, I would become as hard as a rock. Melissa seemed to be amused by my increased infatuation with her. I used to secretly stare at her whenever I could, but after that incredible night, she would give me plenty of great opportunities; walking around the house in only a towel or swimsuit, and sometimes leaving the door open when she got dressed. I think she was getting a little bit of a thrill from trying to get me out of my shell. She was the only girl who hadn't been turned off by my shyness. It was as if she could sense the strong sexual animal that was striving to burst out of me. And she should know, because quite a bit of that animal had burst all over her face. I had never worked up the nerve to make another move on Melissa, though I couldn't help feeling that that was exactly what she wanted me to do. She could have easily gotten things started by herself, but no, Melissa didn't want the power, she wanted to be controlled. It had to be true. She could have had any guy in the world. The problem was, none of them provided the challenge of "corrupting" her little stepbrother. More than anything, I just wanted to pull out my cock, grab Melissa by the hair, and plunge myself into her throat. If I could work up the courage, my stepsister would probably give me access to that heavenly mouth whenever I wanted. That was the way she was. If only I could work up my confidence. If only I could be sure that I hadn't been misreading the signals. If only... And then something happened. It was early in the afternoon, and my parents were going to be at work for hours. I had the day off, and was watching T.V. with Mark, Melissa's biological brother. I felt butterflies whirling inside of me as Melissa came in through the front door, and to my surprise, she wasn't alone. Amy Farland, my stepsister's best friend from high school, came walking into my living room. She had been at the house plenty of times a few years ago, but like Melissa, Amy was even hotter in her twenties than she was in her teens. Both girls had obviously been at the beach, because they were only wearing bikinis. I'll always believe that Melissa had the perfect body, but Amy was damn sure close. Amy was shaped like an hourglass. Where Melissa was toned and perky, Amy was soft-looking and voluptuous. "Hi boys," Amy said, flashing an adorable smile. "Mark," Melissa said, sounding somewhat surprised. "I didn't know you were going to be here." "Yeah," Mark said, stealing a noticeable glance at Amy. "Nothing better to do at home." Melissa exchanged an almost annoyed look with Amy, but her friend only shrugged. Melissa bit her lower lip, and finally said, "I think Mom is looking for you Mark." "What are you talking about?" he said. "She called me on my cell, and asked me if I knew where you were," Melissa said. "She told me to tell you that she needs help with something." "Help with what?" Mark said. "What the hell do I care?" Melissa said. "Just go home." "Oh, I get it," Mark said. "You two are having some guys come over here." "Fuck off, would you?" Melissa said. "Fine, whatever," Mark said. He turned to me, and continued, "I guess you'll have to hide in the basement for a couple hours. Unless you wanna go over to my house?" I almost said "yes" until I saw the expressions Melissa and Amy were wearing. They were looking right at me, and though I couldn't be sure, I thought that Melissa had winked. My heart skipped a beat, and my cock nearly leapt up with glee. Even the possibility that something was about to happen made me feel like my head was spinning. I hoped to God that I wasn't imagining things. "No thanks," I told him. "Suit yourself," Mark said. "I'll talk to you later." Melissa, Amy, and I watched as Mark got up and left. The three of us stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds, until Amy said, "Melissa, did you want to use the shower first? I can wait in your room until you're done." "Don't be silly," Melissa said. "Our parents have a huge shower." Laughing, she continued, "If you promise not to try anything, there's plenty of room for two." Both of them giggled, and started to walk toward the staircase. Amy went right on up, but my stepsister hesitated. Flashing a mischievous grin, Melissa said, "You know, there's also plenty of room for three." Without another word, Melissa scurried upstairs, leaving me wide-eyed and slack-jawed. I couldn't believe that it was happening again! It really was! Not only was my gorgeous stepsister offering me an open invitation, but she had brought her best friend along. My knees were shaking, and my cock was already throbbing with anticipation. It was just too good to be true! So why was I hesitating? I could hear the shower starting upstairs, but I still hadn't moved. Before it felt like butterflies were fluttering inside of me. Now they felt like eagles. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and even though it was a little chilly, I was sweating profusely. "You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You'll never forgive yourself if you don't." Concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, I began the trek up the stairs. I was so nervous that I was shivering the entire way. It would have been a different situation if it was only Melissa again, but with Amy in the mix, there was more pressure this time than there was the first. After what felt like an hour, I finally reached the top of the steps. The door to the bathroom was only a few feet away, and the door was half open, steam from the shower seeping into the hallway. I could hear Melissa and Amy giggling and whispering from within. Suddenly, Melissa called out, "If you're just going to stand out there, we'll have to get started without you." That was all I needed to hear. It was as if Melissa's reassuring tease was filling me with enough confidence to continue. I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. Not only was I going in there, but I was going to get as much enjoyment from it as I could. Holding back would be stupid. I couldn't count on a "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunity coming a third time. I walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me. If possible, I got even harder at the sight that greeted me. Melissa wasn't lying about getting started without me. The glass door of the shower was wide open. Amy and my stepsister were already kissing, running their hands up and down each other's bodies. Melissa looked as perfect naked as I remembered, and Amy made me think that a centerfold had jumped right out of a magazine. The water was cascading off of their nude forms, dripping all over their amazing bodies. I approached the shower, kicking off my shoes, and pulling off my socks as I went. Melissa and Amy stopped kissing just as I took off my shirt. I froze at their sudden attention, wondering if I had done something wrong. The two of them were standing in all their naked glory, staring holes into me. I wasn't sure what to do next. "Well," Amy said, pointing at my jeans. "We're waiting." Letting out a long breath, I started to unzip my pants. Melissa and Amy watched with full attention as I removed the last of my clothing, freeing my massive erection. My cock came bouncing out when I dropped my boxers, and the two wet goddesses smiled with approval. Their eyes flashed with hunger as they pulled me into the shower. Amy immediately started kissing my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth, and Melissa began working on my neck. It was like instantly stepping into heaven. With my left hand I massaged Amy's tremendous breasts, and used my right hand to finger Melissa's pussy. I pushed all thoughts of doubt and insecurity to the back of my mind, deciding to throw caution to the wind. I wrapped my arms around both of them, and pulled them close. I tilted my head, and the girls moaned as I took turns licking and sucking on their nipples. As my mouth worked at their tits, my hands roamed all over the rest of them. I let out an appreciative grunt when they returned the favor, smoothly brushing their fingers over my manhood. Their pussies were already slick and wet, and it wasn't from the shower water. "You told me he was shy," Amy said, panting heavily. Melissa chuckled, and said, "I guess I'm having an affect on him." I pulled them even closer, and silenced them with a long deep kiss, all of our lips coming together at the same time. All thoughts of being timid had vanished. I put my left hand on the back of Amy's head, and my right hand on the back of Melissa's. I gently pushed them to their knees, bringing them face to face with my waiting cock. It was obvious what I wanted, and they were more than happy to oblige. They brought their lips to either side of my cock, tenderly kissing their way up and down my shaft. I almost let my eyes roll back in ecstasy, but decided that this was too good of a show to miss. Two of my childhood crushes, and the most popular girls in town, were on their knees, ready and willing to do anything I wanted. They slid their lips to the top of my dick, and slapped it repeatedly against their tongues. They put the head of my penis between their mouths, and started to passionately kiss one another. I groaned loudly as I humped back and forth within their smacking lips. I took hold of Amy's hair, and directed my cock into her mouth. My bulging hard-on dipped itself into her warm sucking embrace, and Melissa turned her attention to my balls. Amy's hands were rubbing against my stomach and up to my chest, while Melissa's hands rubbed my thighs and my ass. I pulled myself away from Amy, and gave Melissa her turn to suck. Neither of them missed a beat as Melissa bobbed her head on my dick, and Amy juggled my testicles with her roving tongue. They continued to giggle and moan with delight as they shared my pulsating member. I was amazed at how long I was able to last during my first blowjob, and was intent on lasting longer for the second. I gave a light tug to Melissa's hair, removing myself from her mouth. I took a few seconds to calm the buildup of my climax. After I felt comfortable with continuing, I grabbed the back of Amy's head, and drove my cock into her anxious mouth. She sucked vigorously, and gazed deep into my eyes as I pumped her face. Melissa seemed to be turned on by the way I was taking charge, using her hands to help push Amy's head farther down my shaft. Like I thought she had done earlier, Melissa gave me a wink. My dick popped out of Amy's mouth, and she started to gasp for breath and laugh at the same time. If these girls liked to be dominated, I wasn't going to let them down. I plunged my cock into Melissa's face, and gave her the same treatment. She sucked on me like a vacuum, taking me even deeper than Amy had managed to. Neither had taken the entirety of my shaft, but I was saving that for the finale. Melissa tried to devour my cock for nearly a minute before Amy teased, "Stop hogging that lollipop you whore!" We all chuckled as Melissa released my cock from her silky soft lips. "It's my turn for a taste!" "Both of you can have a turn," I said, stroking Amy's cheek. I lifted my cock, and gently fisted it as the two girls gobbled away at my balls. It felt incredible to have them making out with my sack as I took the opportunity to calm my orgasm again. They looked up at me and batted their eyes innocently, awaiting my next move. I thought that my first blowjob had been amazing, but this one was on a whole new level. "You girls ready to take it all?" I said. Melissa nodded obediently and let her jaw hang open, while Amy grinned sheepishly, and said, "I'll try." I went to Melissa first, knowing that she wouldn't let me down. She sucked eagerly as I started to feed her my cock, just like I had done the first time. I put one hand on the back of her head, and the other beneath her chin. Amy watched in awe as Melissa engulfed the entirety of my manhood. My entire body was tingling with pleasure, a warm sensation running through me. I fucked my stepsister's face with a steady rhythm, maintaining eye contact throughout. I could see that she was enjoying it as well. I now knew that she loved sucking me, and would do it whenever I so much as asked. She devoured my cock with the intensity of a true slut, but also with the love of a sister. I had to pull away to stop myself from cumming. After all, Amy was waiting on her knees as well, hoping to satisfy a craving of her own. When I gazed down into her eyes, I didn't see the wanton enthusiasm that Melissa had, I saw a timid, yet curious, hesitation. That turned me on more still, because if she didn't think she could deepthroat me on her own, I would have a lot of fun helping her. I gripped Amy's head like I had Melissa's, and invaded her mouth with my raging hard-on. I moaned with excitement as I pushed my cock down her wet sloppy throat. Her eyes bulged, and she started to gag when she had taken only half of my cock. She laughed again as she caught her breath, so I decided to make her take it a bit more seriously. With a swift thrust, my cock slid past the halfway point, and she choked for a second time. Instead of giving up, she opened her lips as wide as she could, inviting another plunge. Again and again I drove my dick into her drooling mouth, forcing my way deeper and deeper. I grunted happily as I finally felt Amy's chin bouncing against my balls. I fucked her throat wildly, feeling a strong sense of power rushing through me. Her eyes filled with tears, but she continued sucking me like a pro. When I drove my cock as far as it could get, I held her head in place, enjoying the fact that I was owning this beautiful girl's throat. "That a girl," Melissa said, urging her friend like a cheerleader. "Now lick my balls," I told her. Amy sputtered slightly as she slid out her tongue, and flicked it against my scrotum. Both of these perfect women had taken me completely and utterly, and now, I was going to give them what they had earned. "Are you two ready?" I said, freeing my cock from Amy's heavenly mouth. They tilted their heads upward, showing me their excited, smiling faces. I considered letting them finish me with their hands, but decided that I wanted to do the aiming myself. I jerked my cock to a quick and tremendous climax, unleashing the biggest load I could remember seeing. The first shot splashed right on Amy's forehead, and the second exploded into Melissa's cheek. I went back and forth, trying to paint a money shot masterpiece on both of their faces. One stream of cum launched over Amy's head, and streaked into her hair. Another blast forced Melissa to close her left eye. Jet after jet of thick white cum went flying all over both gorgeous women. The geysers of sperm coated their faces, dripped down their chins, and fell to their breasts. Neither would stop giggling and gasping as I plastered them with the last vestiges of my orgasm. "Oh my god!" Amy said. "You completely covered us!" Wiping the cum from her eye, Melissa said, "They must've felt really fucking good." Like the first time Melissa had blown me, I could only grunt my approval. Amy proceeded to clean the cum and saliva that remained on my shaft, and Melissa delivered a series of gentle kisses to my balls. "How does it taste?" I said. Amy licked a glob of cum off of Melissa's cheek, and in turn, Melissa licked a few splatters of semen from Amy's tits. Then they started to kiss each other, dripping pools of sperm from mouth to mouth. The little amount of cum that escaped their thirst fell to the shower floor. I rubbed my cock, and watched the semen as it swirled down the drain. I let out a long sigh, and leaned against the wall. As I looked down at their exquisite faces and bodies, covered with layers of my seed, I couldn't remember ever feeling like more of a man. My stepsister and her best friend had just given me the greatest blowjob a guy could ask for, and best of all, whether they knew it or not, they were about to do it again. * AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had gotten a lot of great feedback for the first "Stepsucker" story, and would like to thank everyone for their comments. I wrote the story sometime last year, and received steady feedback for several months. Eventually, the feedback seemed to disappear, but earlier today I got another one that finally inspired me to do a sequel that I never intended to write. The guy said that "Stepsucker" was his favorite story on Literotica, and he has been waiting for almost a year to see if I would write more. Anyway, I decided to fulfill his flattering request. Feel free to leave feedback to this sequel as well. If the response is good enough, who knows? Maybe this will become a trilogy next year (but hopefully sooner this time). Thanks for reading. DrEction Stepsucker "Don't be bashful," Melissa said, continuing to stroke me. "A girl likes a guy who can take charge. Just tell me what you want me to do." "Okay," I said. "I want you to uhh... I want you to suck my dick." Melissa appeared pleased by my choice of words, and wasted no time in obliging. She opened wide, and dove at my erection like a woman possessed, engulfing half of my cock with ease. When I glanced into her eyes, I could tell that she was smiling. I moaned with excitement as her head bobbed up and down on my rod. Along with a hot slurping noise, Melissa too was moaning. I never believed that girls enjoyed giving blowjobs, but if my stepsister was pretending, she was a great actress. I had no clue that getting a hummer would feel this good. I had always enjoyed watching oral porn, but that didn't even come close to conveying the sensation of having a beautiful woman going down on you. It was this unbelievable mixture of warm, slippery heaven that seemed to loosen every one of my muscles. It was so good and soothing that I had to fight the urge to lie back and close my eyes. After all, I didn't want to miss the show. Melissa wiggled her tongue like a snake while my dick worked in and out of her mouth. She was able to suck and lick me at the same time, using her hand wrapped around my shaft to jerk me as well. She brought her mouth and hand into a steady rhythm, working my manhood like a piston. Melissa came up for a breath, and a string of spit was hanging from her chin, the other end attached to my dripping tool. She wiped it away, and said, "If I'm not doing it the way you want, don't be afraid to tell me." "Okay," I replied, not knowing what else to say. I started to get the hint, though. Melissa was actually encouraging me to be more bold, to take more control. Maybe she was even one of those girls who liked to be dominated? Melissa went back to devouring my cock, now taking in more than half. While her right hand squeezed my shaft, she used her left hand to play with my balls. My dick soon became completely coated with my stepsister's saliva as she sucked me vigorously, slobbering like I was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. The way she was acting, it wasn't difficult to imagine her letting me have my way. The possibility of taking control was slowly creeping from the back of my mind to the front. I took my hand, and placed it on the back of her head, gently compelling her to go faster. She offered no resistance as I ran my fingers into her hair, and started to move my hips in motion with Melissa's sucking, working into a nice pace. It felt so amazing to hump my stepsister's mouth that I had to slow down once and awhile to keep myself from cumming. It was so good that I wanted it to last as long as possible. There was a chance that I could never get head from another woman this beautiful. Considering that, I had to enjoy this to its fullest extent. If Melissa wanted me to be more confident, I couldn't let that opportunity pass me by. Now, instead of using my hand to just guide her speed, I started to softly push down on her head, trying to get more of my cock into her mouth. After a few seconds of this, Melissa suddenly pulled away, and I was worried that I might have gone too far. I would hate myself forever if I was stupid enough to screw this up. To my shock, she wasn't phased at all. "If you wanna fuck my face," she said casually. "It'll be easier if you stand up." I did what I was told, and got off of the couch. Before I barely had a chance to gain my footing, Melissa went right back to working on my cock. She took my glistening dick, and slapped it against her tongue and her cheeks. She was being so slutty that my courage was increasing even more. I took my cock away from her, and used it to smack against her forehead. She giggled playfully at my assertiveness. "Keep your arms down," I said, brushing her hair with both of my hands. Instead of saying anything, she just opened up her mouth, and stuck out her tongue, preparing to accept my raging hard-on. I took a firm hold of her head, and pushed my cock past her lips. I slipped in nice and easy, making love to her face, but still holding back a little. I could feel the cum churning in my balls, and I didn't want this to end without knowing how far I could go. Maybe I would get a better idea if I tried to test how submissive Melissa was willing to be? "Let me see your tits," I said. My jaw dropped as she reached for her bra without hesitation. She quickly undid the hooks in the back, and let the bra fall to the ground. Her tits popped out with a nice jiggle, and I had to fight furiously to stop myself from blowing my load. I still had my dick crammed in Melissa's mouth as I reached down to feel her perfect breasts. Her big pink nipples were round and perky, and the tits themselves were soft and smooth, making them feel great squeezed in one of my hands. I fondled her gorgeous rack for at least a minute before returning my full attention back to the blowjob. My stepsister was willing to let me have complete control. Hell, I think that's what she was hoping for me to do. Keeping this in mind, and having no reason to believe otherwise, I just decided to completely go for it. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair, and started shoving my cock into her mouth at full force. It seemed to catch her by surprise, and though her first instinct was to push me away, she calmed down within seconds and gave in to my will. I fucked her face as hard as I could, urging her to deepthroat me as much as possible. She coughed and sputtered as I forced my dick to the back of her mouth, but she didn't try to stop me. My cock was becoming so wet and slippery that after awhile, some of her saliva started dripping down her chin and to the floor I was groaning loudly, almost to the point of wanting to scream with ecstasy. Adding that to Melissa's gagging noises, part of me was worried about being too loud. I just stopped caring though, wanting to get as much pleasure as I could at all cost, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The sound of my own moaning, and my stepsister's choking, drove me wild with passion. I knew that I couldn't hold off my cum for very much longer. I picked up the speed, force-fucking Melissa's throat with all of my strength. I was finally able to get her to swallow my entire cock. Every second her chin would touch my balls, and I would even hold her there a few times to bury her nose in my pubes. It got to the point where I didn't have to pull my dick out of her mouth at all. She was able to keep half of it down as I humped away at her face, keeping me in the warm embrace of her throat the entire time. I had been on the brink of ejaculation for quite a while, but I think what drove me over the edge was when I saw the way Melissa's amazing tits bounced as I fed her my cock. I once again pushed my dick all the way down her throat, holding her face right next to my groin. I forced her to gag like that for a few seconds when I finally felt that my balls were ready to unleash. I pulled out, and allowed myself to let loose, at last looking deep into my stepsister's eyes. Melissa and I both gasped as the first blast of cum shot out of my cock and right into her face. It was such a long stream that it streaked from the bottom of her chin and all the way to her hair. I wasn't even close to finished. Another geyser of jizz squirted right at her eye, and made her keep it shut for the rest of the seminal onslaught. More cum splashed against her cheek and onto her nose, while yet another milky-white rope was well aimed into her open mouth. I was blowing such a huge load that I almost thought I would have to collapse, but I just kept at it, painting her beautiful, smiling face with my thick, hot cum. The final eruption splattered right on her forehead, and any of the jizz that had stayed in my dick I squeezed out onto her tongue. Melissa's tits jiggled as both of us started to laugh. I don't know exactly what we found funny; either the amount of cum I had covered her with, or just the fact that we couldn't believe what we had just did. She took my softening cock, and began wiping it against her lips and tongue, knowing that it would be extra sensitive after ejaculation. I just stood there looking down at my stepsister, enjoying the view. It was quite an image to see Melissa on her knees with my dick in her hands, and my cream all over her face, some of it even dripping down to those perfect tits. This was simply too wonderful to be real. I nearly expected to wake up at any second. "How did you like your first blowjob, big guy?" she asked. I was too exhausted to reply with more than a grunt. I grabbed a pair of towels from a nearby closet; one for Melissa to clean the cum off of her face, and another for me to clean the sweat off of mine. I glanced over at the T.V., and saw that the "Girl's Gone Wild" infomercial was almost over. I couldn't help but think that none of those sluts had anything on my own personal stepsucker. The End. (To the Literotica readers: This is my first story, and I would love to get some feedback. If you have the time, send me feedback via my profile. I appreciate your time reading the story, and I hope you enjoyed it.)