Stepdad's Blowjob Addiction

My best friend Becky's step dad during middle school ended up being MY step dad through high school. As far as Becky and I can figure out, this change-of-parent stems from the fact that my mom is a whore! My mom met Becky's step dad at my 15th birthday party when Becky and her mom and William came over. She got his number and kept making up excuses to call him. Embarrassing, really! Anyway, whatever she was telling him eventually worked: Two months later, we caught William pulling his truck out of MY driveway! (Becky and I were just walking home from school, and spotted him from across the street. He didn't see either of us.) Six months later, the 'change of ownership' was official between Becky's mom and mine; William now slept with my mom instead of Becky's!

My step-dad (now ex-step dad) William is a genuine and nice-enough guy. As a person, though not particularly as a 'dad.' He tried for the longest time to 'bring back' some parental order to our home, and to get me to behave myself around boys. With mom, however, there had never been any order to 'bring back'. Mom always seemed content to just leave me alone, and to not interfere with my dating.

(Besides, I was FAR too excited about my personal discovery of sex in the 12th grade to listen to some new would-be step!)

As it turned out, William ended up moving out just before the end of my senior year. Mom had hooked it up with my math teacher, and William caught them together in the shower one afternoon. He told Mom exactly what he thought about her, and stormed out. (What did he expect? Hadn't they cheated to be together in the first place? Oh, well, all's fair in love and war... and seduction.)

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Becky and I actually have lots of things in common -not just step dads. Since we met in fifth-grade, we've pretty much shared everything, from music to clothes to the occasional 'friend-with-benefits!' In middle school, we had our own secret world of dirty-stories and fantasies we shared with one-another! I guess you could say that we were somewhat late-bloomers physically, but were years ahead in the mental-department!

It was highly amusing to be so overly mature compared to everyone else around us. By high school, Becky and I were outclassed by the developing curves of our female peers, but we had a distinct advantage in the 'flirting' department! Becky and I 'studied' and came to understand the reactions of the male sex. We were actually quite aware of how the young male-mind worked! (Not rocket-science, actually. One thing we realized that if a girl starts a conversation with a guy- any guy- and holds unblinking eye contact with him while he talks, he'll eventually start stammering or blushing or trying to 'act cool' in some way! It was an adorable and highly entertaining discovery!

When we turned 18, Becky and I FINALLY received what we'd actually wanted all-along: TITS! It was just simply amazing; within the course of one fall and winter, my poor aching chest expanded from training-bra flatness to the most deliciously full C cup anyone could hope to see! (A lot of guys, apparently, hoped to see!) Becky, whom I observed closely, was going through similar changes at the time, so we held our own secret-contest. Innocent girlish fun, honestly! We were neck and neck until the last week of our senior year, when my sports-bra malfunctioned conspicuously during volleyball, and had to be up-sized to a 'D'! For all the improvements 'on top' Becky and I both remained rather trim and toned otherwise, what with swim-team and yoga etc. etc. We were the same athletic girls we were before, only distinctly hourglass shaped.

One time, were out shopping for bras when we realized something we had always overlooked; something so simple but perfectly suited to letting us realize the full potential of our new found forms: fitted shirts! No, I'm serious! It was a real moment of realization for both of us... we went home that night, each with three carefully chosen new shirts. Shirts chosen, not for comfort or color, as in the flat-times past, but for their shear ability to show off our breasts!

We agreed to keep our 'boob shirts' a secret from our moms. We kept them hidden in Becky's gym bag. Every afternoon after gym class, we would unstrap our bras, slip into our shirts, and enjoy the last three periods of side long (and sometimes direct) glances at our tits!

Adolescent boys have not learned how to control their eyes, and so have very little ability to ignore cleavage. They have even less ability to control their penises, which we delighted in making publicly erect!

It was truly delicious mayhem, watching these boys watching us! I still have my favorite shirt -a dark blue tank that matches my eyes. Becky has her favorite: a low v-cut green shirt with a cartoon turtle ...how funny! After school, we would talk to boys outside. Flirt with them, and entice them, and then walk home.

Becky and I also shared our 'first time', with a pair of high-school friends. It happened on the night of our much advertised,though largely disappointing senior prom. How typical is that?! We did it at an after-party at our friends' Jeff and Kevin's house.

Becky and I had simply decided that it was time for some virginity-loosing! We'd taunted these two boys all evening with our eyes, and by asking them if they'd 'gotten their nuts off' lately! By the next morning, we could check it off the list:

Virginity: Gone forever.

Kevin and Jeff: Happy Lads!

Erika and Becky: comparing notes, hungry for BIGGER and BETTER things!!

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Imagine the surprise on my ex-step dad's face when a couple of bored, attractive high-school graduates knocked on his door! It was the 4th of July and we'd wandered across town and up the steps of his cramped east-side apartment. He opened the outer barred-screen door, half expecting to see our mothers behind us. He was obviously puzzled at our visit... I guess it must have been weird for him. I mean, we were his ex-step-daughters. He'd been the one who was there to scold us and to take care of us during our adolescent years. Now, he lives alone and has no lasting arrangement or connection with us whatsoever!

He was wearing a fresh button-down shirt and had obviously just gotten out of the shower. Was he expecting someone?

We just stood there, wearing our flirty above-the-knee summer dresses. Both our gowns, I might add, sported wonderfully revealing low-cut tops... perfect for summer mischief!

He stared for a moment, glanced out behind us, and asked with some uncertainty, if we would like to come in.

I smiled at Becky as he turned to let us through the door...She'd seen the same thing I saw... that wonderful uncontrollable 'downward glance' that let us know William was quite aware of our now 'fully-developed' bodies!

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We'd actually talked about him at length during our leisurely stroll across town. (Talked about HIS LENGTH as well!) It was very entertaining to think that this guy had fucked both our moms, and was now single again! The poor guy... he'd just had his 42nd birthday. I remember because mom scratched the date out of June on our calendar.

Becky and I compared notes: Our memories ranged from Becky seeing him in swim trunks in her hot-tub, to my seeing his ass one time when he accidentally left the bedroom door open. By any reasonable conclusion we could draw, he had some very NICE equipment! Neither of us had seen it in 'action mode' but I'd noticed quite a sizable pair of balls hanging into view whilst gazing at his ass! Becky recalls one time finding my mom's gift to him in the laundry-basket: a sheer black male bikini-bottom... otherwise referred to as a 'banana-hammock.' She'd shown it to me in confidence, and we'd taken turns 'filling it out', first with our imaginations, then with our hands... we were just innocently trying to determine the size of its intended cargo!

(A funny story that goes along with those that find: One weekend, Becky and I both bought vibrators... It was late at night and we were each home in bed. Becky called me to ask what I was thinking of while masturbating... I described to her how I wanted to untie the little straps of William's 'banana hammock'... we basically both lay in our beds, cumming all night to thoughts of his junk! Needless to say, William's 'personal details' were quite enthralling to a pair of horny 18-year-old ex-step-daughters!

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"You think your mom gave him good head?" was Becky's burning question she posed on our walk across town.

"Oh, I GUARANTEE it! That's probably why he left your mom." I shrugged.

"Yeah. My mom never gives head. I heard her talking to Aunt Jenna who recommended it."

"Don't worry about it. She couldn't have competed anyway. My mom's a fucking pro." I said in a casual way.

"Oh, no? You don't think MY mom's head could compete with YOUR mom's head?!" Becky retorted, eyes flashing! (We are always razzing one another about things we take personally. Our moms were an ongoing subject of debate.)

"Becky, what are we talking about?" I raised an eyebrow, amused, "Your mom vs. my mom in blow-job-giving?"

"Well, I guess not..." she said, trailing off. "...I guess it's a little late for THAT contest, anyway."

For two blocks, we walked in silence. After two, we shared giddy grins and just kind of chuckled to each other... it's so funny, but I KNEW exactly the thoughts she'd been thinking... I'd been thinking them too! I was ready to answer her when she finally asked, "So, UM... where DOES William live these days?"

I stopped, and raised an eyebrow in mock offense; Becky just grinned and licked her full pink lips!

"This way, my little ex-home wrecker!" I lead the way, my blond bobbed-haircut held high.

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"Would either of you girls like anything to drink? Water? ...I've got... coke..."

"How about a beer, Bill!" replied Becky, relaxing on his blue futon-couch. She crossed one long smooth leg over the other, grinned, and watched him return with a frosty glass of Coke. He was SUCH a tightwad!

"And you... Erika?"

"Oh, I'll have the same!"

William sat down in his leather armchair. (It was the only REAL piece of furniture to his name.)

"So, I can't talk long I'm expecting a friend. It's a date."

Becky and I both smiled and gazed into his eyes, not saying anything.

"So... it's summer... You're both out?! Graduated, I mean?" he stammered, trying to break the tension.

"Oh, yeah. We're done. We're 18 and out the door!" said Becky with short flirtatious efficiency. She was holding his eyes with her own, and smiling deliciously. Becky shrugged her shoulders and leaned forward slightly... his eyes stole a glance at the way her pale breasts squeezed against one another in her cotton dress.

He turned to me, trying not to show his embarrassment, "And you, Erika? Any summer jobs?"

"Oh, I don't know!" I said, stretching my arms back behind my head, yawning lazily. "I was thinking of doing life-guarding again. I need to get a new swimsuit, though."

"Well, you should. I was down at the Y yesterday, and they're hiring..." He gulped and turned his head down to his beer. He'd involuntarily taken the bait: his eyes had looked at my clean-shaven armpits and glanced directly at my graciously lifted bosom! (I am NOT a 'little girl' anymore, I guess you could say.)

I cut in, sounding a little more sarcastic than polite, "I'm glad you've got a girlfriend, William. We won't stay too long."

He shrugged. "Just a date, really. Not a girlfriend. But a good friend, so thank you."

"But you want her to be your girlfriend?" was Becky's pressing question.

He sat back in his chair for a minute, looked at his watch, and shrugged. (He looked very nice in his light brown slacks and silk shirt.)

"Well, who knows? Anyway, glad to see you both. I think I really should finish picking up around here." With that, made a move to stand up, but Becky stopped him, placing her hand on his arm.

"Oh, don't get up! I didn't realize it was a house date! We can help you!"

"No, I mean thanks, but I should get ready and you..." he trailed off for a second, he seemed to have been momentarily hypnotized again by Becky's dress. A ray of sunlight from the window had somehow shone down her neckline where she sat, and was silhouetting her breasts in a rather spectacular manner!

Becky just let him look and said with assurance,

"This will only take two minutes, Bill."

"We just wanted your opinion about something... personal", I chimed in.

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Now, Becky and I are each pretty confidant alone, but put us together and there really is NO LIMIT to the sort of trouble we can pull off! I guess it was a little forward on our part, but we'd come all that way to settle our little question of 'best blow-job' and weren't going to leave unsatisfied! So, he had a 'date'? It could WAIT! He'd been the one to invite US in... WE were his 'date' now! (All's fair in love and seduction, remember?)

Despite William's moment of surprise, he offered little protest when Becky reached behind her neck and unclasped the button holding her dress closed. She stood up from the futon, and in one sway of her hips, let it fall into a little puddle on his floor! At first, he was too busy gazing at her naked body to notice that I'd also undone and stepped-out of my coverings... the look on his face when he turned to see me was precious!

"Girls.. oh..."

He looked as if he had tried to remember something, but had just as quickly forgotten... His attention was with us for the moment! He gulped. He looked at me from head to toe. He took in my short blond-bobbed haircut, slender strong arms, pale shoulders, my pale bulging breasts heavy on my chest, my trim tummy, curved hips, my cleanly-trimmed blond tuft of fur, and tight muscular legs.

If he'd been planning to hold off for his would-be girlfriend, the situation looked bad for William. Very bad indeed! Already, his trousers were elevated beyond 'suspicion'. That was all I needed to see! In all honesty, it's pitifully easy to seduce a man. Especially if you're working with a friend!

Our first time at his place was really not a big deal. Essentially, he tried to get us to leave, but didn't manage to stop me from unzipping his nice clean slacks. He offered some words of protest, but didn't manage to stop Becky from licking circles around his balls... He said he should get ready to go, but didn't quite manage to escape my lips admitting the swollen head of his penis! Once that happened, it was all over for him.

(Not surprising, actually... I've gotten my technique down to the point that I can pretty much turn my lips, my tongue, and my throat into the hottest, tightest, slipperiest CUNT imaginable! Add to that my piercing blue eyes, gazing up behind my blond-bob, and maybe your hands cradling my unstrapped bouncing tits... and you're pretty much done-for!)

William ejaculated in thirty seconds flat.

Ten minutes later, it was Becky's turn! What she lacks in technique, she more than makes up for with her plush perfect lips, her curly blond hair, and her tongue. She's the only girl I've ever met who can have a guy's cock all the way up to the hilt in her mouth, and then nearly lick back to his ass-hole with the tip of her tongue! I'm talking ball-lapping octopus-tongue!

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We had our dresses back on and were descending the apartment staircase when we passed a conservative looking woman in her mid 30s going up. She glanced at us for a second and proceeded up to William's door. (It was the only one at the top!) A LOT can happen in 20 minutes!

In William's case, it was enough time to give each of his ex-daughters an ample serving of his JIZZ!

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It was part boredom, part curiosity, and MOSTLY just sheer horniness that found us walking up his staircase again the very next day! William opened his door a crack and frowned at us. He was obviously concerned.

"Girls. I don't want to get you two into any kind of trouble. Please."

"Oh, it's no trouble!" I said, brightly. "We're both going to community college in the fall, so we're not in any big rush or anything!"

"We have all the time in the world to get you hooked!" was Becky's equally bright comment.

"Girls, I just... I met someone. I'm sorry. We're going out again tonight."

"We didn't get you into trouble yesterday, did we? I promise, we'll behave!"

"I just wanted to bring you a present!" said Becky, extending her hand. When she opened it, out dropped a new, sheer, leopard-print 'banana hammock' the two of us had picked out. In the coming days, he would learn to wear it well!

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Oh MYGOD! Can I just tell you how much fun it was, having William's place to go to? I mean, it could have been an interminable summer of boredom! William worked from home like he always had, editing sports-commentary and writing press-coverage...this meant that we generally knew right where his DICK was to be found! I know it's bad, but we literally made it our routine to go there every afternoon, suck him until he blew his load, and then go to our summer jobs! He didn't seem to mind.

There's something devilishly sly about the way a blowjob works on a man's mind: It feels so good and takes so little time that he never quite comes to grips with the fact that it is happening until it is over! Also, when its over and done, the man can *almost* believe that nothing ever happened, and go on with his day. What he doesn't realize, day after day, ejaculation-after-lip-glossy-ejaculation, is that his penis is being trained to deliver pleasure to his mind... and his mind is being trained to receive pleasure from his penis... Little by little, his body gets better and BETTER at being pleasured! Pretty soon, one meager pump and a second of orgasm has turned into three intense pulses of semen, and five seconds of beautiful agony... then five pumps of load and eight seconds of orgasmic torment... his balls make more and more cum to keep up with demand, and his JIZZING gets more intense, and more pleasurable the more his body grows to count-on it!

Let me put it this way: Each time a man lets himself cum into a girl's mouth, his penis has just taught him a little lesson in pleasure... a lesson his mind can neither ignore nor erase... a sneaky, slippery little lesson of pleasure that will be added to the *next time* it happens!

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William didn't really realize any of this... he'd just shrugged it off and never told Kelly (his girlfriend) about the arrangement. She worked all day, so it worked out perfectly! He was growing to realize that our visits had become the favorite part of his day!

"OOH FUCK!! OH FUUUUUUUUCK!!! OH... OH!!!"

William was cumming again.

(Again and again and again, actually!)

I sat on William's couch in bra and panties, watching Becky finish him off. We took turns sucking, licking, kissing, and stroking most days. William was making wonderful progress in the pleasure department! These days, it seemed like he just couldn't get enough. Or give enough... I mean, this guy was turning into a human-oil-pump for semen! From the sounds of it, he was having a 'good time' in the process!

Becky was straddling his lap in the leather chair, tits in his face and letting him lick her pointed nipples... pretty normal weekday-afternoon stuff. I was just stroking circles around his inseam with my fingers when it happened:

Unbeknownst to us, William had given Kelly a key to his apartment, and she suddenly burst in with a bag of groceries.

"Lunch, William... oh!!" She stopped short.

Quite a scene, to be sure! William struggled to stand up out of the chair, pushing Becky off and directly onto me, her tits bounced and heaved right into my face! He had his pants down around his ankles, and his penis stood proud and tall out of a sheer leopard-print sling! (It had been my turn next, and it had readied itself for me!)