Sexy Story of the Month - Morning Brew (Patreon)

The most uncomfortable thing about staying the night over with a friend was waking up before them, Sherri had been laying in the bed they had shared the previous evening with a single fingertip lightly dragged along her phone for the past half hour waiting for the slightly snoremewling lynx beside her to wake up from her slumber. The pair had shared a night of wanton passion with one another that left them tightly entwined in sleep, a sleep that was mired by the two different sleep patterns of each girl. Freya was more of a back sleeper, while Sherri squirmed and twitched, hugging a pillow as she slept mostly on her front with her muzzle poking off the top of the pillow, her tongue happily laying to the side while her tail whapped at the poor feline’s thigh ever so often during her dreams. 

Of course Sherri wasn’t aware of this nor was she aware that the reason why she was up and Freya snoozing soundly being that in her slumber she had woken up poor Freya with multiple leg twitches and tail thumps. In either case Sherri had gotten quite bored of looking through her phone and decided to sneak her way out from the bed in search of the traditional morning coffee. Her hips slid along the silk sheets trying her best to be stealthy when in fact she could have made quite the calamity and it would have gone unnoticed by the slumbering feline. 

And it was a calamity that had occurred in the kitchen as Sherri happily fished around for the proper containers to work Freya’s state of the art Keurig system. It wasn’t the sounds that had brought the sleepy eyed lynxgirl muttering incoherently, it was the scent of coffee. Lifegiving and refreshing coffee, the humble nectar that could bring semblance to her groggy world, the nectar of goddesses that prepared a woman for the day to be forged ahead. Her eyes blinked once certainly she was seeing double or triples of the single Keurig container Sherri had used to make her cup. Yet with strained eyes from the light of day that almost burned her retinas simply by trading the darkness of sleep for the brightness of wake, she could still see a few of her precious Keurig capsules strewn upon the counter.

“Sherri,” Freya asked calmly as the doggirl sipped from a porcelain mug. “How many of those did you make?” her soft voice a tremble praying that her fingertips wouldn’t wind up wrapped around Sherri’s throat and have to explain to police, judge, and jury, her reasoning for murdering her best friend. 

“Oh just a few!” Sherri said brightly as her legs kicked back and forth upon the counter, the nude doggirl warmed up by the brew and her almost completely naked form smearing those luscious buttcheeks along the granite countertops. “I had to try a few before I found one I liked.” 

“One.. one you liked?” She almost gasped, each one of those Libertango Keurig pods was almost three dollars a pop and Sherri was sitting with a jumble of at least six of them beside her. Even worse.. the doggirl had diluted any natural flavor from the scent emanating from the cup by filling it with an abundance of sugar and powdered creamer. Her face worked up a scrunch as she tried to decide whether or not Sherri having tried and drank all of the coffee and being a hyperactive insane-o-pup was worse than cup after cup trailing the drain from her dislike of the flavor. “You..” She felt her claws extend from her fingertips as she heaved a breath and glared in Sherri’s direction.

The doggirl canted her head to the side, those floppy Labrador ears almost landing over her face, meanwhile her tail gave a gentle thumping against the counter as she held the cup in hand. Freya’s anger soon melted to exasperation as she saw those cute loving puppy brown eyes devoid of guilt over her trespass. Something that Freya reasoned as simply a canid trait, they were too silly and carefree and in truth it was something she adored about Sherri even if she’d never admit it. 

“Nothing,” Freya muttered and stepped closer with her claws still extended she leaned in against Sherri trailing a sharpened tip along the doggirl’s exposed skin. Teasing at the flesh underneath the fur knowing that the scratch would leave the skin raised as Sherri trembled in front of her. “Give me a sip.” She commanded and her lips were met with the porcelain mug after gently wrenching it from Sherri’s fingertips. Her face scrunched, it was almost like biting into a coffee flavored milk candy bar. “You’re hopeless..” Her voice deceptively soft as she chastised her sleepover pup, the coffee mug set upon the counter she decided to wake up in another manner. 

She tugged aside the concocted mixture that Sherri deemed coffee and pressed her body in close, her supple spotted breasts touching against Sherri’s as she let out a brief whisper of pleasure. Their bare bodies that touched together quickly entwined as Freya forgave Sherri’s transgressions in full with a kiss, a kiss that cause Sherri to let out such an adorable helpless whimper. Her hand trailed along Sherri’s hip as their lips met and held, her tongue slowly extending as her mouth widened causing Sherri’s lips to part as well, her tongue slowly pressed inside and teased along the sugarsoaked blue muscle that twirled with her own. Sherri’s arms came to rest upon Freya’s shoulders as the lynxgirl ground their breasts together, smearing their nipples as their breathy moans quickly escaped against one another’s lips. “Guhhh..” Freya let out a tongue extended groan as Sherri gave pause. “Your coffee is too sweet.” 

And then her hand descended, her feline fingertips slowly dragging along Sherri’s abdomen and letting the clawtips tease against her skin once more until she found Sherri’s pussy cleft hidden underneath those cotton blue panties. The band stretched out to the curvature of her palm as she slowly trailed her digits along Sherri’s glistening blue folds teasing at her leaking twat as Sherri’s ankles tightened around her back. Freya held onto Sherri’s trembling gaze as her palm retreated and lifted to her lips, a curious crimson tongue extending as she licked along her pussy juice dripping digits. “And so are you..” 

As their kiss fell away Freya’s hands smoothed along Sherri’s thighs parting them as she saw those sticky centered panties. Her hand caressed along the cotton fabric as the other tugged Sherri’s leg away letting the panties dangle from Sherri’s leg as she pushed Sherri further atop of the counter. The doggirl trembling and nibbling upon her fingertip as the feline lowered her body until her lips kissed up along Sherri’s thigh inching towards her exposed pussy. “Hha.. Mhh.” Sherri chewed upon her lower lip watching excitedly as her fingertips teased at her breast. Freya’s lips touched upon her pussy cleft and the doggirl felt a tingle roll along her spine, the blonde feline touching her dark tipped nose firmly against Sherri’s pussy as she left a kiss upon it.  Sherri’s lips parting as she breathed in deep gulping down air as Freya extended her slick crimson tongue to lick carefully up along her slit. “Hahuhh.. Mhhh..” 

It was almost impossible for Sherri to get her balance on the smooth counter with her hands trying to grasp onto sheets that were obviously absent in her current position but every lick was like a moment that sapped Sherri’s body of all strength leaving her with a trifling weakness. Her tail, wound up and flailing now as her hands slid and her head landing back against the kitchen wall, her fingertips scratching against the countertop as Freya’s tongue now dipped inside mixmingling the saliva against her dripping wet pussy walls causing Sherri’s shoulders to jolt and a wayward hand that tweaked in the most inopportune way, knocking over the mug of super sweet coffee to the side and spilling the brew into a wasted trail that led towards the sink before splitting off into individual rivers.

Clawtips sunk into Sherri’s thighs, ignoring the spilled coffee that dripped along her perfect counters and sought to become a puddle upon her mosaic tile floor. Her only focus was making that doggirl whimper and moan, her fingertips grasping tighter onto her thighs to make her squirm a little less. The pinching sensation on the doggirl’s thighs coupled with her incessant slurping tongue with papillae that tugged against her inner lips caused Sherri to writhe in pleasure, her hands gripping tightly into fists as she leaned back with her breasts heaving from her desperate gasps of air. “Hahhh.. Mhhh.. Freyaahh.. Ohfuhh..” Sherri whined so excitedly, her heart pounding against her chest to where she could hear it hammering in her ears.

With hands clutching into Sherri’s fur and almost scratching blood into her skin Freya’s head pushed further between those luscious ebony furred thighs and lips suckled upon Sherri’s twitching pussy and her button black lynxnose pushed firmly into the girl’s clit as she applied pressure onto the girls twat like she was planning on leaving a hickey there. Sealing the entrance with her lips her tongue rolled deep into Sherri’s entrance with the tip curling upwards and smoothing along the top of Sherri’s inner walls, dragging the individual papillae against Sherri’s spot while her clenched grip prevented Sherri from squirming away from her offered pleasures.

Sherri’s body churned with pleasure, her hips rolling upwards as her legs clung tighter upon Freya’s shoulders her toes individually scrunching and curling as Sherri clenched her teeth. Her breast gripped tightly in her fingertips as her puffy firmed nipples became teased by her fingertips, she could feel herself getting closer, inching towards that perfect pleasure Freya was leading her towards. “Hahhh.. Nyhhh.. Freyehahh..” Sherri finally moaned out as her hips did a spasm and her entire figure jolted with pleasure, the sweetness that Freya was so against in her coffee was more than acceptable elsewhere and the feline gripped upon Sherri’s thighs even tighter, squeezing as her curling tongue lapped up the abundance of dribbling wet pussy nectar that squirted from Sherri’s juicy twat. And then finally.. Sherri in exhausted breath fell upon the countertop with her legs a mix of trembling and numb, her sapphire polished pawtoes locked in a squeezed pose.

A few brief minutes later and the sound of coffee bubbling to perfection in a new porcelain cup below slowly brought Sherri back to her senses as she leaned up to see Freya happily stirring her properly brewed cup and taking a sip to her lips. Freya took an exceptionally long slurp that made Sherri’s ears twitch and her pawtoes scrunch as a sneer formed upon her feline lips. “Mmm, now this is some actual coffee.” 

With a hand gently teasing at her lower lip Sherri stared and her tail curiously swished back and forth behind her upon the counter. “Do.. you think I could have a taste?” 

“Hah!” Freya scoffed at such a thought. “Of course not, but,” Her voice rolled into a lustful purr as her spotted figure took another sip and her tail twirled with her eyes glancing at Sherri and that cute little muzzle. “But maybe you can have a treat.”