AMA Boyfriend - S01 E436

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AMA Boyfriend - S01 E436

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caught me."

"Watching porn of your fuck buddy?" Becca smirked. "And my good friend?"

"Yeah," I blushed.

"Lemme see," she said, coming around the couch and sitting next to me. She was wearing her bathrobe and had stripped all of her makeup off, but had obviously blow-dried her hair and styled it a bit.

"God, you look beautiful," I murmured, distracted by her.

"Thanks, Tiger," she grinned. "Now show me what dirty stuff Zenya sent you."

I lifted my phone, and Becca snuggled in under my arm as I turned on the short video our busty redhead friend had recorded for me. This particular video was of her in her bathtub, naked and standing shin deep in a bubble bath. She must have positioned the camera on her toilet seat or something, because it was recording up at her and from the side of the tub. Her hair was up in a ponytail, the only the very ends of her vibrant red locks having gotten wet from her dipping down into the bubbles and water, and she was completely naked otherwise. Currently, her back and ass were to the camera, she was bracing one hand on the back tiled wall, and she had one foot propped up on the back edge of the tub as she thrust her ass back towards the camera.

She also happened to be driving a beige, lifelike dildo up into herself, the camera getting a great view of the lewd act.

"Fuck," Becca said after I pressed play. "I don't know if I could do that for you, Tiger. Not on camera."

"I'm not asking you to, Sugar," I murmured, tilting my head to kiss her on the temple as we kept watching, Zenya's tinny electronic moans coming from my phone speakers. "This was all her idea."

"I could do it in person, though," Becca decided.

"I'd love to watch you do it," I grinned. "But I'd be hard pressed not to join in."

She hummed her approval at that, grinning to herself. "What else did she send?"

I showed her the other three videos Zenya had sent, mostly more of the same - the redhead being particularly lewd and masturbating, moaning and grunting my name.

"God, she's horny," Becca said after the last one. "You know, when you first fucked her in front of all of us, I was kind of tempted to climb up and join you guys?"

"Really?" I asked in surprise. "That's totally not your style."

"It isn't," she agreed. "But there was part of me that was just like, 'Why not? Zenya's awesome, and obviously having a great time. Robbie's awesome. More than half of these girls are fucking him, so no one would judge.' Still, not my style, but I definitely want to spend some time with you and her in the future."

"I'm sure she'd be thrilled," I told Becca, leaning over to kiss her hair and take a deep breath of the fruity, floral scent of her freshly washed hair.

"What else have girls sent you?" she asked curiously.

"Well," I said. "You've seen the boob pics in the group chat. Other than that, no one's sent me anything like Zenya has - well, other than Ginnie."

"Ginnie sent you something?" Becca asked. "Why is she sending you anything?"

I snorted softly, trying not to smirk too hard. "Well, first off, she stole Leia's phone to do it while they were at a Con today. Look." I thumbed out of my messages with Zenya and over to Leia and scrolled up a little to show her the preview and the messages right after it. Becca tsked, and then laughed, seeing Leia's response to finding out what Ginnie had done. "And I'm guessing she's doing it because we danced around each other plenty, including a Massage Shoot, but never actually had sex."

"And then she slept with JC on the one night she could have gotten you alone for a few minutes," Becca said.

"Which she told me she sort of regretted after the fact," I sighed. "Not in the way that she wished she hadn't done it or anything, just that she felt FOMO over that ridiculous game."

"Well, it sounds to me no one told her how frustrating that game was for us gals," Becca chuckled. "That was not enough time with you."

"You're telling me," I laughed, hugging her closer.

"So nothing else interesting yet?" she asked me.

"Um, not-" I paused, reconsidering. "Actually, as my girlfriend, I should tell you that Cassidy has been keeping up connections from the trip, and a couple of them have sent me some dirty pictures, too."

"I see," Becca said with a little smirk.

"Which you already knew," I guessed, and she nodded as her smirk grew. "And I should have made sure I told you that, and not assumed you knew from Cass or Cattie."

"Maybe, but I get why it didn't come up with everything else going on," Becca assured me, rubbing my arm.

"Do you want to see them?" I asked.

"Do I want to see the nudes that other women are sending my boyfriend?" she asked me pointedly.

"... You do realise the way you phrased that could be answered with 'obviously not' just as easily as a positive 'yes, d'uh!'"

"Touche," Becca said. "Yes, show me."

I found the pictures, first of Madison, the girl from the boat-up Gas bar with her fantastic ass, and then the dirty pictures Tanya - otherwise known as Trixie the Stripper - had sent me.

"God, she's cute," Becca said, checking out Tanya's lewd pictures. "And her body looks like it was made for sex."

"I had a really good time with her," I admitted. "Even if it wasn't even as long as a short date, we clicked sexually, and the small amount of conversation made me think we could have clicked further if things were different."

"Like you not living a full state away?" Becca asked.

"That, and like her working as a stripper," I said. "I wouldn't be able to handle that, even if she was my ninth or eleventh or twenty-third girlfriend."

"You'd get jealous," Becca filled in for me.

"Damn straight," I said.

"But you're OK with what me and all the girls do online?"

I set my phone done, closing out the nude and provocative pictures of Tanya, and rolled a little more onto my side so that I was cuddling Becca more directly. "I'm used to the level of content that Cassidy puts out," I said. "And, unless one of you has a secret super-VIP OnlyFans that they haven't mentioned, I think you, Terra and Cattie are the girls doing anything a significant step further than Cass. The stuff I've seen from you is all very classy and artsy, and not trying to be lewd while being, I dunno, erotic."

"That's the goal," Becca smirked. "No nips, no lips, no butthole."

I snorted and kissed her on the tip of her nose before continuing. "Terra's bikini shoots can be pretty revealing, from what I know, and the idea of her changing openly around a photo crew or at a fashion show isn't thrilling for me, but I get that it's the business and limited in scope. And Cattie was only teasing at going beyond what Cass has done so far. Three fingers for a hand bra instead of a whole hand, say. And she's going to be pulling back from that now that Heather isn't in her ear. So I guess... I mean, in a perfect world, you could all do your thing and cosplay cool characters without needing to 'sexify' anything, but I get that doing particularly sexy poses, and teasing the chance of nudity, is part of the whole thing, so as long as the line isn't getting pushed further, I'm OK."

"OK," Becca said, nodding softly. "That's good to know. Is that why Ginnie was never in consideration for a piece of your heart?"

"Ginnie..." I sighed. "Ginnie has a tiny little sliver, because I care about her as a person, and as Leia's close friend. I want her to be safe, happy and fulfilled. She's cute, she's funny, and she's kind of fearless. But her choices, and her view of them, don't mesh with me on any sort of romantic level."

"Mm," Becca hummed, shifting a little closer to me and nuzzling her nose against mine. "That's a good way-"

"I'm ready," Wanda called from the bedroom.

Becca grinned and pulled back from me a little, turning so she wasn't calling right in my face or ear. "Coming," she said, then turned back and kissed me on the forehead. "Good talk, Tiger," she said softly. "I want more of that. But right now we also want this." She stroked her hand down over the bulge in my jeans, grinning a little madly. "Give me one minute, then follow me in."

"OK," I said, and watched as she got up and headed around the couch. She paused before reaching the door, looking back at me and sticking out her tongue playfully, then opened it and went through. I counted to thirty before getting up, then waited to sixty before knocking on the bedroom door to make sure they were ready.

"Hold on," Becca called. "OK, come in."

I opened the door, and Ralph almost bowled me over, rushing past me to look for Wanda, which got all three of us laughing.

"Ralph!" Wanda laughed. "Rude!"

Chuckling happily, I straightened from catching the doorsill to keep from fully tripping, taking in the two of them as Wanda gave Ralph the command to sit and then tried to take up the pose her and Becca had assumed.

They were entirely naked, without makeup, except for the hoop earrings they'd worn to the concert and their ballcaps. Becca's was forwards, Wanda's was backwards. Becca had her arms around Wanda's shoulders, and Wanda was holding her around the waist.

"God damn," I said, even the laughter not taking my breath like the two of them did.

"Good?" Wanda asked, then snorted and broke her pose again. "Come on, Ralphy," she said, grabbing him by the collar and leading him past me out the bedroom door. "I love you, but you're virgin eyes don't need to see the naughty things your momma is about to do."

I chuckled silently as she got him out, and then shut the door and turned to me. "OK," she said. "We're alo-whoa!" I scooped her up in my arms and carried her towards Becca and the bed.

Chapter 436

Even happy-tippsy, thrown off by Ralph and being back even later than I was pretty sure they had planned, Becca had a plan for what she wanted to do, and Wanda was more than happy to help her make that plan happen. It wasn't surprising at all, really, that Becca had thought ahead to what she wanted tonight to look like - it was in our nature. She was a planner, like me, but unlike me she didn't have a day job planning and then managing changes to plans for other people.

So, as soon as she knew I was coming out, she would have started thinking about things. Making plans and back-up plans. Contingencies based on Wanda needing more or less time handling the emotional struggles.

Ideas for what would be fun in the bedroom. For me, for Wanda. For herself, too, but I was very aware that she would have been focusing on us before herself. Because that was what I did, too.

It was tough to argue with the first part of her planned choreography, in any case. Two beautiful, naked blondes stripping me down to my briefs? Yes, please, and I'll order it again in the future.

Becca focused on my shirt buttons, flashing me a teasing grin before focusing her gaze down at the task that required a bit of finesse. Wanda, meanwhile, slunk around and behind me, giving me a sexy look that she struggled to keep sultry instead of breaking into a grin of her own. She hugged me close once she was behind me, pressing her naked tits to my back, and ran her hands up over my chest and inside my half-open shirt, raking her fingernails lightly over my skin and sending tingles through me.

"God," I groaned, reaching back with one hand to press against Wanda's bare hip, while my other hand found Becca's in front of me and slid up the gentle curve of her waist.

"Not God," Becca said, looking up at me with another little grin. "Just us."

"I dunno," Wanda laughed breathily behind me, sliding her hands down from my chest towards my waist and starting to undo my belt. "I feel like I've had some divine intervention to make this happen."

"True, maybe we should all go to church together this Christmas, just in case," Becca laughed.

I laughed with her, but looked up at the ceiling and tried to focus on the feel of them both touching me. If there had been any divine intervention, it was the App, and I was pretty sure that was more likely to come from the other end of the heaven-hell spectrum with all the shady stuff it could do and influence.

Once they had my shirt off and my pants around my ankles, they started kissing me. Across my shoulders, my chest, my back.

"I haven't had a shower like you two," I pointed out half-heartedly, not wanting them to stop for anything, but also thinking this could happen in the shower too.

"Don't care," Becca murmured in between kisses, raising her eyes to look up at me with her lips pressed to my skin.

"I like it," Wanda giggled softly behind me, then gave me back a little lick instead of just a kiss.

That made me laugh and squirm for a moment, and Becca must have realised what Wanda had done because he got a look in her eye and licked my side. Soon, the two of them were licking me, circling around and dipping under my arms, still getting lower and lower.

"Stop," I was laughing with them, and I finally grabbed Wanda as she passed in front of me and was about to stick her tongue right in my belly button. I pulled her upright and cupped her jaw, tilting her face up to mine so that I could kiss her.

"Mmhmmmm," she hummed, leaning her lips into the kiss and letting me tease my tongue between them. She tasted fresh, like citrus and strawberries, and her hair had a citrusy smell as well.

Wanda wasn't the first woman I'd kissed other than Cassidy, thanks to Heather's stupid game the first night of the trip, but she had been the first woman I'd had a deeper intimate encounter with than kissing. We'd shared plenty of kissing between then and now, of all different sorts. Small pecks, longing kisses, deep and passionate sexual make-outs. The most intimate, though, the ones that stuck in my mind as being the most pure, had been the ones when we'd been lounging on the top deck of the houseboat with Cass, Cattie and, if I was remembering correctly, Terra. It had been the day when we were continuing the 'Ownership' play, and Wanda was firmly 'my little toy', and I was allowed to play with her as I wanted. So, openly in front of the others as we were having a relaxing time, I'd let my hands roam her body, teasing the both of us as I trailed my fingers across her erogenous points, and then under her clothes, and finally actually started to finger her.

The exhibitionism, the other girls knowing she was getting exactly what she wanted, the ownership thing, had made Wanda's kisses so much more tender, and wanting, and her. She'd been vulnerable and exposed and given in to that in a way that she hadn't even done during the truly epic fucking we'd done.

This kiss was close. Close as hell. I loved her for it, and I knew it wasn't a lack of exhibitionism, or teasing, or anything other than the fact that she couldn't give in to the 'ownership' label quite yet. The one that she craved, and that I was realising I craved a little as well - not in the same way as her, but in a way that I wanted to give that to her when she was ready.

I also craved it a little because I was finding that I was jealous over my girlfriends. Maybe it was because of Cassidy's betrayal, or because of the App, or some mix of those two things manipulating and shaking my foundations. I couldn't remember ever feeling this way about Cassidy in the past, so I was fairly certain the feeling was new to me.

New or not, making out with Wanda while Becca kissed and licked around my back and then kissed up Wanda's arm and shoulder made it fairly easy to calm that nervous edge inside me that was warning me I could lose this. That it wasn't real. Because this was real, this ridiculous, loving, sexual thing was happening between us.

Becca continued kissing up Wanda's shoulder, and then her neck, and I slipped my hand from her jaw and cheek and pulled back from the kiss enough to turn her by her chin. Our timing was impeccable, and Wanda met Becca's lips with her own, sliding into a kiss just as wanting and passionate as we'd been sharing.

They'd been friends for a long time, but they'd only sparked this thing between them while they'd been in bed with me. That was a heady thing to know.

Watching them kiss, especially from so close as Becca's bare breasts were pressing against the arms of both me and Wanda, and Wanda's were brushing her nipples against my chest, did whatever little amount of work was left to throw as much blood flow down into my cock as possible. It felt tight, I was so fucking hard. And the girls didn't forget about me, even as they were making out and little moans were slipping from their lips and echoing from their chests. Wanda's hand, the one that wasn't rubbing Becca's back, traced fingers down my chest until they landed on the steel pole under my briefs, and she wrapped her fingers around it through the thin fabric and gave a squeeze to accompany her moan of desire. Becca, meanwhile, had different ideas and must have thought we weren't moving through our foreplay fast enough, as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear at my hip and started to try to blindly pull them down. I wasn't sure where her other hand was, but I assumed it was on Wanda somewhere.

There wasn't any reason for me not to get handsy too, and there was plenty to be handsy with between the two of them, but with Wanda in the mix, I had to indulge a little considering she had such a perfect ass. I brought both my hands down around my girls and palmed one ass cheek each, giving them warm squeezes. Wanda's was full and plump, with a good amount of thick muscle underneath. My hand even got a soft clap as I grabbed it without even trying for a spank sound. Becca, on the other hand, had a much more svelte ass - not flat like a pancake, but certainly the slimmest of my girlfriends, with Cassidy in second last.

Dayana would be in the bottom three of a 'biggest ass' contest, too.

That was a thought I had to expel from my mind quickly. Things with her might be complicated, and possibly looking in that direction, but I could make assumptions. And it felt wrong to fantasise about her like that, let alone as a comparison. Not to mention it also being a distraction from what I had in front of me, and what I had was very worth paying attention to.

"Mmmmf," Becca mumbled, pulling away from Wanda's kiss, a trail of spit stringing between them for a long moment. She turned, scowling playfully at me. "Get this off, Tiger," she ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am," I chuckled. I didn't have to do much of anything - Wanda already had her hand in place and the two of them yanked my briefs down to my knees, letting my cock bounce out and slightly up in a stiff display of flexible rigidity.

"Yesss," they both hissed at the same time, each of them reaching for my cock with one hand and then hesitating.

"You go first," Wanda said with a grin to her friend.

"No, you go," Becca chuckled.

"No, babe," Wanda argued. "You've been doing so much for me this week. You're amazing, you go first. You deserve it."

"I already got alone time with him this morning, and you made that kickass breakfast," Becca countered. "You go first."

"You don't need to-"

"How about," I interrupted their bantering, "I get a say in who goes first?"

"Oh, he thinks he gets a say," Becca smirked teasingly.

"It's cute, right?" Wanda grinned, then stuck her tongue out playfully at me. "OK, Tiger. We can humour you. Who do you think should go first?"

"And remember, your answer will be judged," Becca chuckled.

I rolled my eyes dramatically, smirking at the two of them. "I love you," I said intently to Becca, and leaned in to give her a kiss as I pulled her a little closer by the hand I still had on her ass. Then I turned to Wanda, pulling her closer in the same way, along with the kiss and the earnest, "I love you." Then I let go of them both and stepped back from them, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "And I'm going to enjoy whatever happens immensely, including seeing you two together a lot more. But Wanda's right, Becca - you've been doing so much for her, and even for me, this week. And Wanda? Becca's right, too. We've already had alone time, and God do I want you, gorgeous. So how about we just play nice, share, and you come sit on my face while you both have fun with my pogo stick? Because it's been too long since I tasted you, and I want the taste of you all over my lips when I get my next kiss from Becca."

Wanda looked like she wanted to jump me right then, sucking in a deep breath and biting her lower lip hard. Becca wasn't quite as deep into her horniness and had plenty of wherewithal to smirk at me. "Please never call your cock a pogo stick, Tiger," she snorted.

"Agreed," Wanda laughed, then she grabbed Becca's hand and looked at her eagerly. "Share?"

"Obviously," Becca chuckled, then gave Wanda another deep, if much shorter, kiss and even traced a hand up Wanda's stomach to take a tentative grasp and squeeze of her breast. Wanda's groan of pleasure had her pressing her lips more firmly into the kiss, but she pulled back after a moment.

"I wanna do more of that," she told the other blonde. "But no offence, Becca, I want Robbie's tongue in one of my holes, like, now."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Becca smirked, giving Wanda a light smack on the ass. "Here's right there waiting for you. Go get that tongue, and we can share his cock. Properly, this time."

"All the way," Wanda grinned, slipping from Becca and jumping up onto the bed with me.

"All the way," Becca agreed, sliding down to her knees in front of me just off the side of the bed, while I lay back and Wanda swung her leg over my head.

Heaven was real, and it was right fucking here, right fucking now.