AMA Boyfriend - S01 E423

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AMA Boyfriend - S01 E423

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 423

Chapter 423

I came awake in a rush, and that rush was an orgasm.

My eyes snapped open as I almost choked on the grunt in my throat, and that grunt turned into a groan as the second wave of my release was eagerly milked out of me by a pair of sucking lips.

Somewhere under the sheets of the unfamiliar bed, a woman hummed a laugh in her chest.

Another wave of it rolled through me, sending shocks down my legs and making my toes curl as she gulped down the next rope of cum. Whether it was Becca or Wanda down there, I couldn't tell, but I vaguely managed to hope she was ready for the volume I was giving her.

I rode out another three good waves of release, grunting through them. The last one, and the after-spasms as she slurped on the head and sucked me like a straw, were encouraged further as she jacked me off at the base of my cock with one hand and gently massaged my balls with the other.

"Oh my Holy Fuck," I managed to groan as I felt the weight of tension leave my body, making me feel light as a feather and a little hazy.

Becca threw the covers off of her. She'd been lying on the bed on her stomach, between my legs. Somehow, she'd gotten my briefs down without waking me up and they were hanging off my ankle. Her silvery blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I had a cute view of her butt, still wearing those tiny panties from last night, pointed up at the ceiling as she made eyes at me while giving one last tongue-heavy slurp off of the head of my cock.

"Good morning, Tiger," she grinned at me knowingly once her lips were free, speaking into my cock like it was a microphone. The blowjob may have ended, or been put on pause, but she continued to slowly work it with one hand, teasing me to stay hard.

"Good morning, Sugar," I said breathlessly. "How- God, that was good. Where's Wanda?"

"She had to get up to take Ralph out for his morning business and walk, and get him fed," Becca said, slowly crawling up onto her knees as she continued to jack me off. "And she said that since we'd spent all evening focused on her, she would make breakfast for us while I make sure that you're thoroughly rewarded for being an absolutely amazing boyfriend."

"Well, I feel thoroughly rewarded," I chuckled, then wiped my eyes. "How did I not wake up? And that was- Damn, Becca."

She smirked a little, moving from hands and knees to standing up tall on her knees, baring her slender torso to me from clavicle to the low waistband of her panties. This meant that she couldn't reach far enough to keep working my cock from root to tip, but she switched to massaging just the head like it was a walking stick she was testing out the hand--feel for. Her nipples were hard and pointed, and the light coming in through the shaded window cast a beautiful highlight across her left side that I was sure she'd want a photo of if she knew it was happening, but I was just as in the moment as she was.

"I know you liked it when I blew you on the trip, but I felt like I could do better," Becca grinned a little, answering my unspoken question.

"What, did you get a blowjob tutor?" I asked with a laugh.

"Just watched a lot of blowjob porn this week to study up," she smirked. "I didn't even get to do the really nasty stuff. That needs you to be awake and watching."

"I don't know if I'd survive," I grinned.

"Robbie," Becca snorted, shaking her head. "You and I both know that you'd do more than just survive." Then she reached down with her other hand and yanked on the gusset of her panties, pulling it down and then to the side, exposing her pretty pussy lips before knee-walking over my thighs and into position.

A tilt and dip of the hips, followed by a gentle reposition of my cock angle with her hands, and she sat halfway down onto it with a groan that closed her eyes and made her smile broadly.

"Fuck, Sugar," I groaned all over again.

"Yeah," she grunted softly. "Yeah, that's good."

We went slowly. I wasn't sure what Wanda was making, but I hoped it wasn't just toast and cereal because the toast was going to be cold and the cereal soggy.

I had an urge to fuck. I'd spent two days pent up after a solid week and a half of frequent sex. And the sex with Cattie and Cassidy before they left had been energetic, playful and sometimes athletic. I wanted to grab Becca by the hips and pull her down onto me as I drilled up into her, then roll us over and hammer into her until we were sweaty, gross and writhing.

But my girlfriends weren't just bodies. They were all the same. And they certainly didn't all like the same kind of sex, or were with me because I focused on my own wants.

Becca rocked a bit, pulling off of me an inch and then pushing down two more, breathing deeply as she ran her hands across my chest and then planted them for support. I responded by dragging my fingers down her outer thighs and putting my Magic Hands perk to work, then sliding them back up to her hips, higher to her waist, and then up her sides to cup and softly knead her breasts.

"Mmmm, Robbie," she moaned softly, her eyes closing and her lips pursing as she continued to rock with her hips, wiggling me even deeper into her.

"Becca," I gasped as she pressed herself down until she was sitting on my pelvis, burying me in her completely. Letting go of one of her tits, I raised my hand to her face and cupped her cheek. She smirked and caught my thumb between her lips, sucking on it for a moment as she met my gaze with a searing heat of her own.

We made love. It reminded me of that first time, on the top deck of the houseboat, when everyone else on the trip had gone hiking. We were slow and methodical, but that didn't mean it was boring or lazy. We were hungry for each other in a way that was unique to us.

After that first orgasm she'd sucked out of me, I felt like I could go all day, but Becca hadn't gotten hers yet and as she rode me with a focus on rolling and shimmying her hips, I took my thumb from her lips and brought it down between us, using the spitty, slick pad of it to press down where we were coming together and starting to tease her warm little clit hood.

Becca's gasp of pleasure was music to my ears, and I doubled down.

"Robbie," she grunted. "Fuck, Robbie, like that. Do that."

She lost her balance with one hand as it slid off of me to the mattress, and I let go of her breast to scoop my hand behind her and pull her all the way down to my chest, keeping my hand wedged between us. It made her hip movements a little more awkward, and changed the angle of me in her a bit, but that didn't matter. Becca clung to me as she rode my cock and my thumb, humping at me with more urgency, every breath a gasp in my ear until finally she reached her peak and tensed up, freezing for a long moment with just a soft squeak.

Her orgasm lasted a good ten seconds before her lungs exhaled hard, the air rushing out of her and needing to be replaced roughly before she could moan out again.

Becca's hips stopped moving, but her pussy felt like it was throbbing around my cock as her breathing slowed back down again and she lifted her face to look down at me.

"Fuck," she said.

"Good?' I asked with a little smirk.

She smirked back and kissed me.

There was something different about morning sex that I hadn't been able to really pin down, even after years of living with Cassidy. But then, middle-of-the-day sex also hit different. Banging one out in the middle of a regular old day (vacations being in a separate category entirely) had a sort of hot urgentness to it. Someone could reasonably call, or knock on the door. People expected other people to be available during the day. There were things to get done, plans to follow through on. Sex felt like giving in to a pleasant urge, a luxury moment of intimacy that couldn't quite push the rest of the world out.

If Day Sex was a luxury, morning sex was luxurious. More than sleeping in, more than a rich breakfast.

Becca and I luxuriated in one another as she slowly started to ride me again. She playfully grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, holding them there as she rolled her hips and stirred my cock in her, leaning down to kiss me all over my face and neck. And when I was tired of her teasing smile and little kisses, I reversed our grips and pulled her hands behind her back, making her lean down closer to me without proper support, and we made out.

"Fuck me," she gasped as a second, slightly smaller orgasm rippled through her.

I waited a moment, confirming that it was a request and not just another sweet nothing that we were murmuring to each other, before rolling us over. I slipped out of her on the move, and we both groaned in protest, but I used the moment to hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and she helpfully raised and straightened her legs so that I could pull them all the way off of her. I dropped them and grabbed her around the knees, keeping her legs together as I leaned forward, pressing my cock against the backs of her thighs as I pressed my lips to her ankle, looking down into her eyes.

She was biting her lip, her big brown eyes shining with want and love, and I gave that right back as I kissed down the outside of her leg all the way to her knee. She brought her hands to her chest and plucked at her own nipples, her thighs rubbing together with her horniness, until I finally pulled my lips from her and let her legs fall to either side of me. That was just for a moment, though, so that I could shift a little and cup both my hands under her now bent knees, pushing her legs back and up as I let my face drop between them to her fresh, peachy-pink pussy. Her labia were swollen with arousal, slick with her natural lubrication, and she whimpered as I dragged my tongue across them, teasing the tip right down the middle, and then up and around her clit.

"Fuck, Robbie," she whined.

She'd given me an amazing blowjob, even if I hadn't been aware of most of it. We were having slow, luxurious sex. There was no way I wasn't going to feast on her for at least a few minutes.

By the time Becca had all ten fingers wrapped up in my hair, not sure whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer, my cheeks and chin were smeared with the smell of her, and her thighs were trembling. Only then did I let her pull me up and over her, and I pressed my cock into her slowly as we both exhaled.

And I made love to her this time as she grinned and giggled deliriously.

The feeling was infectious, and as I carved my way in and out of her we made out in the silliest ways, teasing and tasting each other.

Eventually, I had to reach a limit, and I groaned heavily as I arched my back, pushing deep into her for a long moment before hanging my head and looking down at her. "I'm close, Sugar."

"Mmmm," she hummed, sliding her hands up my chest. "You know, this week I was going through all the pictures we took, and some of the hottest ones were that Spider-Man and Mary-Janes shoot with Cass? You wanna shoot your webbing all over the tits and face, Tiger?"

I laughed and kissed her again, then slowly pulled out of my girlfriend's tightness and we moved around so that I was straddling her abdomen. Becca grinned, hefting her tits as best she could with both hands, and stuck out her tongue to give me a plethora of targets as I stroked myself to my finish.

"God, I'm the fucking luckiest man alive," I groaned.

Something in her eyes, as she grinned with an open mouth, told me she felt the same way about herself.

I sucked in a big breath as I rolled over the edge and then I was releasing, my cum jetting out in streaks. The first few splattered her chest, the ropes breaking apart a little with our movements, and I pressed my pelvis forward more to get the right angle to drop the next three on her face - chin, tongue and cheeks. I managed one more fat glob that dropped right onto the tip of her chin and ran down her neck, and then she was raising up slightly and drawing the dregs out of me with a gentle suck.

Managing not to fully collapse backwards onto her legs, I fell off to the side and disentangled from her, panting and heaving for breath. Becca rolled to her side, propping herself up and looking at me with a glimmer in her eyes as she grinned. "Am I pretty, all covered in your sticky webbing, Tiger?"

I snorted hard and rolled my eyes, laughing at her nerdy teasing.

"Hold on," she said, scooting to the edge of the bed. "We'll get cleaned up together." I thought she was heading for the bathroom, but she went to the closed bedroom door and slipped out. A moment later, I heard Wanda start laughing out there, and Becca came back into the bedroom and shut the door.

"What was that?" I asked, still chuckling.

"I couldn't let a good pun go," Becca smirked. "So I had to tell her about your sticky webbing, too. Now come on, I'll wipe this off and then we can shower. Wanda's almost ready for us." She turned and sauntered into the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to look back at me with a cheeky little grin, knowing full well that I was watching her butt.

She blew me a kiss, then turned and crooked a finger at me, summoning me to her.

How could I say no to a shower with a woman I loved?