Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 179

Chapter 179

"Morning, studly," Becca said as she barged into the washroom while you were taking a piss.

Now, the thing about taking a piss in the morning after waking up squeezed between two beautiful, naked women is that it doesn't really matter how much sex you had the night before, you're going to wake up hard. And pissing with a hard-on is, well, not the easiest. And now that you had started, there wasn't much stopping it so you couldn't exactly cover it up.

"I swear I locked that door," you said, trying your best to be as casual about things as Becca was. At least this time you were wearing your briefs even if your dick was out.

"Oh, probably. It just doesn't work super well," Becca said. "Charlotte's called the Super like four times about it and we just gave up." She was in that tight tank top and panties, but that soon changed as she peeled off her top while she walked behind you and reached into the shower to turn on the water.

"Becca?" you asked in surprise.

"Oh, calm down," she said, patting you on the back. "We've seen each other naked already. I just need a shower and you're almost done."

It was true, the last drops squeezing out and you gave yourself a shake before putting it away. The tent in your briefs wasn't quite as lewd as just having it out.

"Hey, I didn't say you had to cover up," Becca said, waiting for the shower to heat up.

"Becca, I like you, but you're just a little crazy," you said and shifted over to the sink to wash your hands.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she laughed. Then Beca bent over and pulled her panties down, her bare ass pointing at you for a moment. She climbed into the shower and looked over. "You want to join me?"

"Yes, but no," you told the truth.

"Promise you'll enjoy it," she smirked.

"You're a teasing bitch," you chuckled.

"Just the tip, baby. Promise," she teased you. "Or we could do it the Mormon way and just soak. I hear that doesn't even count as sex."

"Careful what you wish for, last night the girls were joking about letting me take you up on that kind of offer."

"Really?" she laughed. She grabbed her tits and shook them at you. "Too bad it was just a joke."

"One of these days you're going to make an offer you can't back up, Becca," you said.

"Fair. But I don't welch, John," she grinned while grabbing her shampoo. "Now, are you planning on watching my entire shower and jerking off, or should I close the shower curtain so we don't get water everywhere?"

"Good morning, Becca," you said as you slipped out of the bathroom.

"Morning, studly," she said again.

Back in Gemma's room you shut the door behind you and went back to the bed, planning on climbing in between the girls again, but Sabrina blinked her eyes open as you approached and rolled over, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.

"Really?" you asked.

"Uh-huh," she hummed quietly without closing her mouth.

You stripped off your briefs and fed her your cock and she started sucking on you softly. Gemma eventually woke up and saw what was happening, scooting closer up behind Sabrina and leaning up for a morning kiss.

"You never mentioned the washroom door didn't lock properly," you said.

"Please don't tell me Lucy barged in on you," Gemma sighed.

"Becca," you said.

"Oh, that's fine," she shrugged.

"Well, she came in, stripped naked for the shower and offered for me to join her," you said.

"She would," Gemma shook her head with a smirk.

"Do you remember what you said last night?" you asked.

Gemma frowned. "No, what?"

Sabrina pulled off your dick long enough to laugh. "Gem, you really were cumdrunk, weren't you?"

"We joked about that sort of thing last night and you said I should go for it and fuck her if she offered," you filled in.

"Oh, shit," Gemma groaned. "Jesus, you do something to my brain, love."

"I didn't do anything," you said, tugging her back up with a finger under her chin to kiss her again as Sabrina started sucking you again.

"Thank you," she sighed. "I mean, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but you're ours. I should talk to her about laying off those jokes."

Sabrina decided she was hungrier for food than cum, so the three of you decided breakfast was more important than finishing a blowjob. It left you horny as hell, but you had a suspicion that the two of them liked you that way.

You dressed casually out of the clothes in your bag, and Sabrina did the same out of her overnight bag, while Gemma slipped on cotton pyjama pants and a t-shirt without a bra on.

"That's hot," Sabrina said, reaching over and poking Gemma's unsupported tit.

"Stop," Gemma giggled.

"What? When I go braless you can barely tell," Sabrina said. "I think it's hot to see your shirt clinging to your boobs like that."

"Come on, you two," you said, ushering them towards the door. "I stopped getting a blowjob for this, so let's get some food."

"Fine, fine," Sabrina said. "If we have to, Daddy."

"Hey," you said, pulling her back towards you and lifting her up into a kiss. "Bratty Sabrina got spanked out last night."

"OK," she nodded, smiling softly and hugging you. "Love you, baby."

You set her down and took Gemma into your arms as well, kissing her deeply. "And I think your boobs look great like that, too," you smirked.

"Maybe I should get you a banana hammock at the mall today, see how you like dangling out," Gemma teased you.

The three of you headed out of her room to the kitchen and Gemma fetched you all bowls and her big box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. It wasn't nearly as hearty or healthy a breakfast as last time, but it was already ten in the morning and you were heading for the mall where a food court lunch was awaiting you.

"So," Becca said as she joined you in the kitchen and headed for the fridge. "Rowdy night last night, huh?"

Gemma winced. "I thought we kept it down. You didn't hear us much, did you?"

"Well, no," Becca shrugged. "I mean, other than the fact that someone named 'Daddy' blew one of your minds. And at least one of you squirted, quote, 'like a tsunami.'" Then she glanced at you. "Nice work, Daddy."

"Ugh," you groaned, leaning your head down to rest it on the table. You were never going to escape this pet name.