Part 4: The Fourth Morning

I slipped the lace babydoll on over my bare skin, the sheer black fabric clinging to my small breasts and barely covering my ass. The guilt from yesterday still sat in my stomach, but my body was already throbbing with need as I headed downstairs. I started the coffee and whisked together the Hollandaise while the water came to a simmer, the familiar routine doing nothing to calm the heat between my legs.

The doorbell rang right on time. Kaitlyn stood there in a simple sundress, her red hair loose around her shoulders, cheeks already pink. I let her in and handed her the muffins to toast while I finished the eggs. We worked side by side in the kitchen, the air thick with tension and the smell of breakfast.

As I plated everything, I glanced at her. “Take off your panties and put them on the counter.”

She froze, eyes wide. “Ashley...”

“Now,” I said, voice low but firm.

Kaitlyn hesitated, then reached under her dress. She slid the white cotton down her legs and set them on the counter, her face burning. I smiled and carried the plates outside. Rex padded after us, tail wagging.

We sat at the patio table. I ate slowly, sipping coffee while Rex nosed under Kaitlyn’s skirt. She gasped when his tongue found her pussy, her fork clattering against the plate.

“Keep eating,” I told her, voice casual. “Pretend nothing’s happening.”

She tried. Her thighs trembled as Rex licked deeper, his broad tongue dragging over her folds. Kaitlyn’s breathing grew ragged, soft moans slipping out between bites. I watched her over the rim of my cup, the sight of her trying to stay composed making my own cunt clench.

When she came, her whole body jerked. She bit her lip hard, hips rocking against Rex’s muzzle as she flooded his tongue. I leaned over and kissed her, tasting her gasps, my hand cupping her small breast through the dress.

“Good girl,” I whispered against her mouth.

I pushed her down onto the grass. She landed on her back, dress hiked up, legs spread. Rex’s cock was already sliding free of its sheath, thick and veined, the knot swelling at the base. I rolled him onto his side and knelt beside his belly.

“Help me,” I ordered Kaitlyn.

She crawled closer on shaky knees. Together we leaned in. I wrapped my fingers around the hot shaft and guided the tip to my lips, sucking the head into my mouth. Kaitlyn hesitated only a second before pressing her mouth beside mine, her tongue licking along the length as I took more of him.

We worked him together. My lips stretched around his cock while Kaitlyn licked and sucked at the base, her red hair brushing my cheek. Rex whined, hips twitching. I pulled off and let Kaitlyn take the head, watching her lips stretch wide around him. She gagged softly but didn’t stop, drool running down her chin.