Good Morning, and *Good Morning*

“You wake him up with a blowjob, I’ll finish up out here. Make sure you shower with him, OK? I promise you’ll like it.”

The words floated through your mind as you slowly came out of your slumber. There were, oddly, no warm bodies next to you. You weren’t sure when the last time was that you hadn’t woken up with at least one delightfully warm, soft and curvy body next to you. Sabrina was more likely to be the one to wake up early and start getting busy, so usually it was Gemma-

Oh. Right.

The bed shifted, and the sheet pulled down until your cock was revealed. You could feel how hard you were - it was like your body had gotten used to morning sexual activity despite the exhaustive event of the night before and was already primed and ready to go. Amanda’s chesty chuckle under her breath as she crawled further onto the bed and straddled your leg was sexy as hell, but also hurt a little because it reminded you of Gemma again. The gigantic, bare tits dragging along your thigh helped distance the two in your mind.

“Mmmm-mmm-mm,” Amanda hummed as she wrapped her lips around your cock and gave it three long sucks, her tongue slithering around the ridge of your cock head.

“Guh,” you grunted, sucking in a breath through your nose and then opening your eyes.

“Morning,” Amanda grinned at you. She had one hand steadying your flag pole of a cock at its base and used the other to scoop some of her light brunette hair behind her ear. She was grinning and teasingly licked the crown of your cock.

“Good morning… God, I wanted to call you Aphrodite but you’re way sexier and cuter than that slut.”

She laughed and turned her head sideways, rubbing her lips up and down your shaft as she looked into your eyes. “Apparently we’re supposed to shower together,” she said after giving it a proper kiss as well. “Something about me regretting it if I don’t?”

You nodded and groaned a little as you stretched, and that was when you noticed the clock. “Jesus,” you sighed. “Five AM?”

Amanda smirked a little. “Sabrina’s idea, and a good one. I wasn’t thinking I’d crash her last night so I need to head back to my place to get dressed for work. I’ll be doing a Walk of Shame.”

“Walk of Pride!” Sabrina called from all the way out in the kitchen. “Cause you got the best dick in the city!”

You both chuckled.

“Come on,” you said, sitting up and cupping her cheeks with both hands so you could give her a kiss on the forehead, and then on the tip of her nose. “Let’s hit the shower.”

Being with Amanda was always having an overflowing hand. It wasn’t like when you were with Gemma or Sabrina your hands weren’t busy, but everything on Amanda felt abundant. Her tits, obviously, and her juicy ass. But also her hips, and her thighs, and even her shoulders and thick hair.

She’s loved the shower treatment that you’d slowly perfected on your girlfriends and fuckbuddies. And, to be fair, you’d loved giving it to the buxom babe. It had taken a hot minute for the two of you to get in the shower since she’d needed to take off her makeup first, but once you had, your hands had been overflowing with all that beautiful, soft woman as she got wet and soapy. Her giggles and moans as you washed her from head to toe, ending with a scalp massage as you washed her hair with Sabrina’s shampoo, had been twenty minutes of sexual joy.

Then, as you’d been standing behind her and rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she’d reached back and grabbed your cock, stroking it a couple of times blindly before going on her toes and slipping you into position so she could lean back and take you into her. Her moans, once she was filled, had summoned Sabrina, and your butt-naked girlfriend had hopped up onto the counter by the bathroom sink, spread her legs and started playing with herself as she watched the two of you fuck.

“God fucking damnit,” Amanda moaned. She had one hand pressed to the wall under the spraying shower head and the other scooped to hold onto the back of your neck. With her two feet - or ten toes - planted on the shower mat for balance this meant she was turned halfway at the waist as she looked back at you with utter sex in her pretty brown eyes. The water was beating down on her chest, adding to her stimulation, and you could feel that her nipples were little rock-hard pebbles as your one hand overflowed with a jiggling tit and your other held her steady on a hip.

“That’s it, ‘Manda,” Sabrina moaned, watching through the clear shower curtain - a change that had been made after the shower floor had gotten too wet too many times. “Take that dick. Tell him how much you love it.”

“I fucking love it,” Amanda groaned. “I love this goddamn cock. I’m an utter slut for this cock. I-” She’d pulled a little too far away, intending to slam back against you firmly to meet your thrust, but instead, she ended up pulling all the way off by accident and your cock wedged between her cheeks, sliding over her slick flesh as you continued to hump at her. “Fuck!” she grunted, reaching back with a hand to still your movement and then grabbing your cock and pulling it back down. “I just want to try…”

Four months ago, it was entirely possible that your relatively small amount of sexual experience wouldn’t have let you notice what was happening. Now you could feel the difference immediately.

“You sure?” you asked.

“Just let me-” she grunted, and pushed back a little, and your cock pressed against the dimple of her asshole. You could feel her tight little anal ring resisting, along with the press of her booty cheeks. She bounced a couple of times, minutely, testing her asshole’s resistance to your cock. You grunted hard.

“Too tight,” she sighed, adjusting your cock again and sliding it back into her cunt. She looked back up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Next time, OK?” she promised.

“Whenever you’re ready,” you agreed, scooping your hands around her stomach and pulling her back against you until you were deep inside and hugging her. You kissed her ear. “If it’s never, that’s fine. But I’m sure I’ll fucking love it if we get there.”

She turned more and kissed you, your tongues battling as she started to rock on your cock again.

“Breed her again, baby,” Sabrina called from outside the shower. She’d pulled a vibrator out of… well, somewhere, you didn’t keep track of all the places she kept sex toys in the apartment. The buzzing toy was pressed to her pussy as she leaned back and watched you and Amanda with a lascivious grin and zero shame.

“No,” Amanda said. “This time I want it all over my face and chest. Gimme a facial, John. Then we can take a couple pictures before I wash it off.”

You groaned and kissed her again, and she chuckled against your lips and clenched her pussy around your cock.

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