Sunday morning breakfast

I awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast. I half expected to awaken to the cliché trope of my girlfriend sucking me off in bed. I felt somewhat disappointed that this wasn’t the case, but the smell of pancakes alone was enough to forgive her. I stood up from bed, a bit groggily, and considered putting on pants, but shrugged and decided to leave the room without them.

It sort of felt like the two of us had just barely moved in together all over again. I remembered how it was a year ago the first morning after she moved in. There was the smell of pancakes back then too, and I also didn’t bother to put on pants that morning; though I was at least wearing underwear. She was in the kitchen wearing my t-shirt from the night before and a pair of panties and nothing else, cooking up the meal and humming an Undertale tune as she did it.

As I made my way down the hallway and into the kitchen today, I had a distinct sense of nostalgia until I made it inside. Instead of wearing my t-shirt, she was wearing nothing save for a single apron. Her back was to me, her long, black hair cascaded down her back, not quite reaching the amazing rump I admired so much.

“Good morning.” I said hoarsely.

She turned to look at me and smiled widely. “Hey, sexy. I’ve got pancakes cooking.” She turned back to her cooking. I’d always loved Ashley’s pancakes. She added a bit of cinnamon to the batter which made them taste fantastic.

I considered just sitting down at the table and waiting, but then shrugged and decided to walk up behind her instead. I slipped my hands into the sides of her apron and gave both of her teardrop breasts a loving squeeze. My hands sunk into the pillowy flesh easily. Meanwhile I pressed my morning-wood erect penis against the nearly-elastic surface of her ass-cheek.

She squeaked a bit with surprise but made no effort to stop me. “Oh my, randy this morning aren’t you, Love?” She said, leaning her head back to nuzzle against my own.

“I was half-expecting you to be waking me up with a blowjob.”

“Disappointed?”

“A morning blowjob,” I cupped my hands beneath her breasts and lifted one up, “your legendary pancakes,” I lowered the one and lifted the other breast. I then started bouncing them both in an alternating pattern, as though I weighed both options equally, “it’s a toss-up, really.”

She laughed. “Well, why not both?” She turned her head and wiggled her brows at me. “Think you can handle the spatula for these last few?”

I somewhat reluctantly removed my hands from her breasts and took the spatula from her. In one swift movement, she spun around in place and knelt in front of me. Meanwhile, I got to work tending to the pancakes on the griddle.

I felt nearly indescribable pleasure as my rock-hard member became suddenly enveloped in a warm, moist sensation. I felt a slight tingle run through my entire body as she moaned around my cock. She wasted no time in moving her head back and forth, perhaps knowing that with pancakes on the griddle we didn’t have all morning. The pace didn’t make the event any less pleasurable, though. I could feel her soft lips dragging back and forth along the shaft of my length, and I could hear the gentle slurping and sucking sounds she made. Both made it difficult to focus on the cakes.

“Fuck, this is incredible.” I said as I flipped over a pancake and felt her thrust herself all the way down my rod to the base, deepthroating my whole dick and swallowing a few times, sending pleasurable ripples through the sensitive flesh. She stayed down for a few seconds before sliding back up to the tip. I heard her take a few deep breaths before impaling herself yet again down to the root of my morning wood.

I was already close. She really knew what to do to speed up the process if she needed to.

“I’m close, Ash.” I warned her and felt her chuckle as she pulled herself back up to the tip. I suddenly saw one of her hands reach up to the counter-top, feeling around for something somewhat comically. Finally, it found its mark and her fingers wrapped around a small measuring cup that looked like it only had remnants water in it. She brought it down to her and began her quick bobbing motions again.

I was trying to figure out what it was she was planning on doing with that, but didn’t have much time to think as I felt that familiar pressure in my groin rapidly build up. I made no effort to stop myself as I began ejaculating into her waiting mouth. I could hear the sound of her swallowing a mouthful of my spunk with a loud GULP before removing her lips and replacing them with her hand. In her other hand was the measuring cup, and she was allowing the remainder of my orgasm to squirt into the container. It filled up remarkably fast, I honestly had no idea I was able to ejaculate that much.

When I finished and placed the last (slightly burned) pancake on my plate I sighed with relief.

She stood back up in front of me. “Well, that was a good pre-breakfast. Let’s eat!”

We both made our way to the table and sat down. I continued to wonder what the measuring cup was for right until I watched with amazement as she began to pour the substance on top of her pancakes like it was syrup. I saw the pearly white liquid coat the top of her hotcakes and watched a little slide down the side of it.

I was so enraptured with what she was doing with my fresh sperm that I accidentally drenched my own breakfast in way too much syrup. I watched as she cut away a piece of the fluffy pancake, covered in my own baby-batter, and brought it up to her mouth. When she put it in and began chewing, she looked as though she was about to climax from the taste.

“Holy shit.” Was all I could say. I was erect again.

She giggled a bit and swallowed her food with a GULP after chewing it thoroughly. “Oh my god this is the best! I’ve always wanted to try something like this.” She dug her fork into her food again and brought another piece into her mouth.

I started to focus on my own pancakes, fearing that I might lose my mind if I kept watching. I was having one of those moments where I had no idea how much I liked something until I experienced it for the first time. And now that I was watching as she casually swallowed my sperm along with her meal I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by how sexy I found it.

After a few bites I looked back up again. She had gotten through a lot of her plate by now. About half of her stack still remained. I could feel that I was sweating.

“Enjoying the view?” She asked as she stuck another forkful of her breakfast into her mouth. I could see that she did so un such a way that she used her tongue to lap up most of my spunk on top before closing her lips around it.

“Guh.” Was apparently all I could manage until I shook my head a bit. “God damn yes. I had no idea I was into this, either.”

After she swallowed, deliberately turning her chin up as she did so I could see the bulge of the food travel down her throat, she smiled. “Your spunk is making these pancakes taste amazing, Love. The juxtaposing combination of sweet and salty is simply to die for.” She said this last bit in a slightly snobby voice, like she was pretending to be a food critic. “I got the idea to do this from a porno I watched the other day. I thought there was no way it was as good as they made it look. Lo and behold, though, I fuckin’ love it.” She brought another forkful of her breakfast up, sticking it into her mouth.

“Me too, apparently.” I replied.

I watched as she spent a long time chewing and really savoring the taste of her food before swallowing in that very deliberate manner again. “Should probably finish your plate, Love.” She chuckled and pointed her fork at my own hotcakes.

We spent the next few minutes finishing our respective meals and then lounging in our chairs, making small talk. During the course of our conversation I finally got around to asking her where she found that apron. I was pretty sure we didn’t have one before today. She said it was her own mother’s idea of a housewarming gift when she moved in with me. She had almost completely forgotten about it until she found it in her laundry yesterday.

“Boy, I’ll tell you what,” I said, breaking a somewhat awkward silence, “you were right. Having both a blowjob and breakfast was pretty awesome.”

She beamed at me happily. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Love. So, what’s on our agenda for today?”

I tapped my chin thoughtfully as I leaned back in my chair.