Gold Tier Story - Hot Breakfast (Patreon)

The morning sun shone brilliantly as Claire opened the kitchen curtains, the light felt wonderful against her naked body, she already knew it was going to be a hot day that day and in the sweltering summer Texan heat such occurrences were hardly uncommon. Luckily she was enjoying the home of her parents that had gone on a brief escape towards the Caribbean waters where the sun was less oppressive and the cooling ocean air helped to dissipate such overwhelming heat. Claire didn’t just feel the heat of the sun upon her, she felt the warming heat glowing within her body.

Pregnancy did strange things, Claire noticed. Of course there was the physical chances, her body swelling and growing with new life, Bay’s kits had firmly planted themselves inside her and were growing faster than she realized. Each morning she awoke and felt their tussling inside her, the vibrations jolting her every so often. More than that, it felt like everything was amped up to an eleven, she felt hungrier, which was to be expected, but everything felt even more intensified.

As she started to cook breakfast, a classic heuvos rancheros, simple like home. Claire had grown up in this home, her mom was Latina but so diluted through the generations that she was more proud to be a third generation Texan than anything else. Still that spicy cuisine and earthy flavors had stayed a constant through the years, from mother to daughter, Claire smiled at the thought of someday soon teaching her own daughters this homemade breakfast. Of course as she began to prep more and more additions seemed like the right idea, eggs, beans, salsa, and oxaca cheese on a tortilla was wonderful, but.. maybe some bacon, yeah that sounded good.

The sizzling bacon and the sweet flavors brought a delighted smile to Claire’s features, the pregnant momma skunk shimmying her hips as she tapped on the radio for their morning broadcast. The music playing while she cooked with a sudden surge of energy in spite of her pregnant body and the toll it took on her stamina. She was even slicing avocados, which normally she didn’t particularly care for, seemed like such a good idea at the moment. A taste craving that was something she attributed also to her new pregnancy hormones.

Her eyes fell upon Sherri as she heard the soft padded footsteps tapping against the tile floor, the waking doggirl walking in sleepily with a single hand resting atop of her pregnant abdomen and the other hand rubbing sleepily against her eye. Such a marvelous sight clearly brought Claire’s body to arousal, amped up to 11 just like everything else, she watched as Sherri slowly meandered forwards just as Claire began to make their plates. “Morning sleepy puppy,” Claire mused sweetly as her large bushy tail swayed behind her, ‘accidentally’ touching alongside Sherri’s leg in a manner that coaxed the doggirl closer to her. “You looking like such a cute mama already..” Her eyes drawn to Sherri’s belly, her fingers touching close to it and letting her digits entwine with Sherri’s, breathing deep as she felt the tussling bump of kits, the kits that shared the same father as hers.

“Something smells good..” Sherri murmured sweetly as she leaned in close, her eyes still dreamily resting upon Claire in that sort of morning haze. Claire felt her own cheeks blush brightly, the compliment to her cooking and the combined affection the doggirl was offering as their hands.. and now the tips of their mutually pregnant tummies touched.

“I was uhm,” Claire almost forgot what she was even doing in the kitchen she was so lost in Sherri’s blissfully adoring puppy dog eyes, “Making huevos rancheros..” She whispered, “Breakfast is almost ready if you want to have a seat…” Sherri’s eyes didn’t blink, they stayed upon her gaze, “I’ll bring it to you..?” Claire whispered.. curiously.. tentatively.. her heart pounding now..

“I wasn’t talking about breakfast..” Sherri replied with her lips moving so slowly, and then she leaned in just as slow, Claire felt her fingers clutch into Sherri’s hand, and then… They kissed. Claire immediately felt her body quiver, her tail bristling as their lips met even deeper. The larger fem of the pair, her tail wrapped eagerly around Sherri’s as the doggirl’s hand caressed along her bulging belly.

Claire reciprocated in kind, her hands smoothing along Sherri’s hips as she leaned back against the counter, their bodies meeting at every touch, their pregnant bellies a careful consideration that they each accounted for as they pressed in closer, shifting each other at a side as their lips parted briefly, “Hhhahh.. Sherri.. you devious little-“ Claire’s lips were silenced by a returning kiss, a surprising factor given that Claire was usually the more mature and dominant of the two. The scent of Sherri’s dripping pussy was caught by Claire’s nostrils, the motherly skunk breathing deep the thick flavor that overpowered even her delectable breakfast that sat cooling by the second to the side of them. Sherri’s excitable demeanor, her horny display, that too, Claire would attribute to their brimming pregnancy hormones.

Her tongue teased along with Sherri’s, dancing as the doggirl dragged their full tummies together, grinding in a way that made her spine tingle… and then she felt something more, hands that eagerly slid up against the burgeoning moon of her abdomen, right underneath her also excessively full breasts. Her full tits were also something that had been noticeable, Claire found her nipples leaking almost constantly, and then there was Sherri, the doggirl gazing into her eyes as they panted with the kiss broken, hot breaths between them as their eyes held true. Then she felt it.. fingers, thumbs specifically, they were pushing against her nipples from underneath as the doggirl began to apply pressure to her tits. Claire moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, she felt the milk that had so filled her tits begin to drip freely from her untended nipples. “Hhnnhh.. SH..” Claire winced, the pressure releasing from them as her nipples that had yet to be fully accustomed to handling a full flow, now felt the rush of liquid spilling out from the tips, it was like a dam coming loose and her milky flavor now refused to halt in its tide.

Sherri didn’t seem to mind the least bit as her hands and fingers were now quickly soaked in her motherly flavors, in fact the doggirl only seemed to be more enamored, her body leaning in as Claire moaned, her lips kissing passionately directly against her neck. “Nhhh.. Moo..” Sherri teased her front corner canine fang tenderly nipping against the skin hidden under Claire’s fur. “Moo for me you slutty cow bitch..”

Claire had never experienced this lustful side of Sherri before, that top energy was simply non-existent when the pair copulated, her fingers found their way to Sherri’s hair, holding tightly as her heels pinned back against the lower cupboards of the counter, her toes squinching as she gave a lustful moan, “Mhhh..MmooooOOoooh!” It felt so good, the sensation of having her breasts milked and soaking into Sherri’s teasing fingertips that endlessly pressed and pushed against her nipples, making that milky nectar squirt, “MooOOOOoOOooo!” Claire gave another moan, her breasts arching further into Sherri’s hands as her body gasped it’s pleasures through steamy hot breaths.

Then Sherri did the unthinkable, the most lurid of acts, she leaned her head down, her lips parting, Claire was confounded at first but then the pleasure overwhelmed her sense of decency and morals as Sherri’s lips, hot, wet, slick and gentle, suckled upon her exposed nipple and began to drink heartily from her breast. Another moan came from Claire’s mouth as this time she felt a resurging pleasure that was also foreign, the sensation of her nipples releasing their flow of syrupy sweet nectar, now coupled with something that just filled her heart and soul with nurturing, loving, motherly affection. She felt her pussy drenched with arousal while at the same time her hand cupped desperately at the back of Sherri’s head, dreading the moment those lips would ever cease their now addictive suckling.

The stream felt heavy, and Claire relished in the moment, pleasure compounding with all the hormones that flowed through her body creating an endless feedback loop. Every time Sherri suckled, her body tingled, and she wanted to give more, to feed that hungry doggirl that latched against her nipple and so greedily drank her silky drinkable milk. Sherri, in all her deviousness, teased Claire even more, sucking tighter, harder, repeated motions of her lips pulling against her nipple and milking her tit, then stopping… and flickering her tongue, playing with her milk leaking tip. The tongue fluttered against her nipple, sending Claire’s body contorting with pleasure, her knees buckling, ankles tightening and crossing behind Sherri’s lower back, her hips uncontrollably pushing forwards… right into Sherri’s palm.

Sherri’s fingers meticulously dragged against her slit, rubbing into her already soppy wet snatch that was heated by the sweltering summer temperature, now exacerbated by the warmth of fingers dipping in between her swollen labia and delicately stroking against her primed pink juice dripping entrance. Those soft digits, stirring slow drawn out circles around the inside of her folds, messily spilling her juices all around her fingers which only seemed to make them roll around against her pink princess even easier! “Sherri… Sherri.. the food’s gonna.. get cold.”

“I don’t know about that..” Sherri teased as she pulled her fingers back, an act which left Claire panting and simpering upon the counter almost wishing that her fingers hadn’t stopped. Sherri’s eyes met Claire’s, held to them, and her tongue licked carefully along her own digits, tasting the sweet flavors that were tucked between those plump thighs. Claire couldn’t stop her, nor did she want to, she felt almost like the passenger on a pleasure ride as Sherri’s lips kissed tenderly along her breasts, her still dripping nipples, her pregnant tummy that thumped back in return, ever lowering closer and closer to where Claire’s body was most sensitive.

It started just like what felt like moments ago, a kiss. A tender kiss right against her pussy cleft, and then a tongue, a light dancing of tongue that flittered against one of Claire’s extra plumpened pussy lips, Sherri’s tongue tapped and pecked against each one, making Claire moan and tingle when suddenly that broad wet tongue that Claire had enjoyed tasting moments ago. Dragged so thoroughly against her cunt entrance, the wetness of her heated puffy pussy colliding with the ample droplets of drool that Sherri’s wet tongue offered, mingling tastes and flavors Claire felt the pressure of pleasure rolling through her body in a deeper touch than before.

Claire breathed as if her life depended on it, her body felt like she was weightless, all the tinglings and pleasures she felt before were nothing compared to now. Sherri’s slurping tongue so rudely delving between her folds and vulgarly slurping upwards, spilling the juices down Sherri’s lips and along her now wetted chin, Sherri’s mouth, making smacking, slurping, sloshing noises, sounds that Claire would have sent her to room without supper for, now a musical chorus of pleasure that Claire spasmed and contorted, ached for as her legs and thighs twitched and jolted at every touch. Her toes curling to the point she felt like her muscles were going to tear, and her legs grasping tightly around Sherri’s head, holding at her heels against the middle of Sherri’s shoulder blades and gripping her to never ever let go!

The surprise of how wonderful it felt to have tongue between her nethers was truly unexpected, it felt almost like the first time she’d even been kissed there. This pleasure, so intensified, Claire would attribute to the magnifying effects of pregnancy hormones. Her breath sharp, swallowing oxygen as she reached out and clung to the dark blue curtains behind her to catch her balance. Eyes squinting, she couldn’t see over her rounded bulging tummy but knew it was Sherri’s presence causing such a kerfuffle of pleasure that resounded through every nerve ending in her body.

Every delightfully wet soppy slurp made her pussy tingle with bliss, Claire felt like she was physically and metaphorically melting! Sherri’s tongue, dragging along her folds, licking so tenderly yet her tastebuds felt like they were tugging against the billions of neurons that fired off along her dripping entrance. “Hhh.. Sherrii.. Sherri..” Claire moaned, her ears folding back, her chest heaving as her breasts rose and fell, flowing droplets of milky goodness that spilled from her swollen nipples dripped along her breasts and abdomen, leaving her feeling like an endless stream of pleasure was creeping all along her body.

Her fingers gripped and wrenched against the curtains, her legs quaking, her eyes shut tightly as she felt herself fall into the dark abyss of orgasm that made her spasm uncontrollably. Her body jolted, with her legs and thighs giving a sudden clenching squeeze, her toes scrunching as her heels pinned against Sherri’s lower back, the same gushing feeling she had when Sherri first loosed her nipple milk now felt between her thighs as a squirt erupted from her pussy. “Hay!”

Claire heard briefly from down below her pregnant belly, loud enough to make her ears twitch, full of surprise that would have caught her attention, but in that moment as Claire was drunk upon her own orgasm it sounded like a faint call in the void. She didn’t even open her eyes, not yet, her body was still convulsing as then she felt that loving adoring tongue slurping against her still spas-gasming twat. The endless slurping bringing her deeper into her own orgasm as she let her head tip back, and simply swallowed every gulp of air her mouth could muster.

Gasping, panting, with her body completely devoid of energy and out of breath, Claire leaned back with her heart pounding and her fingers clutching into the curtain as the quaking river of orgasm finally subsided against her body. She finally looked over, seeing Sherri with her lips kissing tenderly against her thighs, the matronly plump Claire offered a returning smile down to the salacious doggirl that had tasted her so deeply. “So.. how about we have actual breakfast now? Hm?”

Sherri licked her lips wryly and nodded, sauntering back to the table proudly with her hips swaying in a fashion that made her tail swish alluringly behind her. Claire chewed on her lower lip slightly, then focused back on the plate of huevos that had gotten cold in the midst of their hot passion, although cold would be an overstatement considering the heated sunlight bearing down upon the plates probably kept them warm enough.

At the table, Sherri eagerly ate and Claire had to stifle a giggle as she watched the voracious doggirl slurping down the runny egg tortilla bites, “Still so hungry after all that pie you ate?” Sherri nodded, her eyes looking up with a wiggle in her brows as Claire grinned right back and took a slice of her own breakfast creation. Even though the plates were basted in sunlight, the eggs had lost a bit of their fresh from the skillet heat, still, tasted pretty good even lukewarm… Claire would also attribute that to the pregnancy hormones.