Chapter 377

“Well, this just isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t fair?” Gemma asked.

You were slowly waking up and felt the deliciously warm body you were spooning up against wriggle a little.

“He’s got morning wood and I can feel it pressed up against my ass,” Becca mumbled, and you could hear the smirk on her lips. Your arms were both wrapped around her, holding her around the stomach. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had some good morning sex? This should be against the Geneva Convention.”

“You and Charlotte don’t bang it out in the mornings once in a while?” Gemma asked with a soft chuckle. She was still spooned up in front of Becca and you could feel her back against your arms.

“Char is even less of a morning person than I am,” Becca said.

“That explains why you’re so flirty with him in the morning,” Gemma said.

“Maybe it does,” Becca laughed.

You were smiling and shifted a little tighter against her, hugging her to you as you buried your nose in the back of her short hair. Then you started slowly humping against her, your cock grinding against her meaty ass cheek.

“Oh, fuck off,” Becca sighed in exasperation.

“What?” Gemma asked.

“He’s awake and dry humping me,” Becca said, then turned her head. “You fucking tease!”

You chuckled warmly and kept humping at her. It wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as actually fucking, but it was fun and naughty and she wiggled her ass back against you.

“Here,” Gemma said. “Hold these.”

You felt Becca’s arms move slightly.

“Ugh, you too? God, you have great tits, Gemma,” Becca sighed.

If tits were on the menu, you weren’t going to pass up the chance, so you slid one hand up and grabbed one of Becca’s. It was ‘medium’ sized, or maybe a little smaller than that, though your experience was admittedly skewed considering your base standards were Gemma and Sabrina. But a tit was a tit and Becca’s suited her body shape. You found her nipple between your fore and middle finger and squeezed it lightly as you massaged her breast.

“Gemma,” Becca groaned. “Your boyfriend is groping me now too.”

“Well, you’re groping me,” Gemma giggled. “John, love, take some pity on her. Get her off with your fingers.”

“Really?” Becca asked even as your other hand slid down from her soft stomach to her mound, tracing through her trimmed pubes and then wriggling between her thighs. She was even warmer down there and your fingers quickly started stroking her smooth pussy lips and dipping between them to find her natural lubricants already starting to get her a little wet.

“Mhmm,” Gemma nodded. “Of course, you need to put in some work, too.” One of Becca’s arms shifted again and you knew that Gemma had directed it down to her own pussy.

You continued to dry hump against Becca’s ass as you fingered her, and she fingered Gemma. The three of you went quiet for a bit except for little groans and exhales of pleasure. Your humping finally got your cock caught more between Becca’s ass cheeks and you used them to hotdog it more firmly, getting more stimulation.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Becca moaned. “I’m getting close.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Gemma groaned.

Becca came on your fingers with a long, quiet sigh as she twitched her hips and pressed her ass back at you. You’d ended up with two fingers in her, feeling her squeeze them as her thighs kept your hand trapped and you continued massaging her breast. When she was done you pulled your fingers out and just pressed them against her pubic mound and held her there.