A Balanced Breakfast

It's 7:15am on a typical weekday morning when the doorbell rings. I'm balls deep in my wife Eliza's tight cunt at the dining table and plowing her with slow strokes. This is because she's resting on one arm while trying to guide scrambled eggs into her mouth between groans. We hate getting up early enough to take it easy and do one thing at a time but neither of us would ever consider leaving the house having had zero orgasms since the night before.

"Come on in!" I yell at the door, pretty certain I know who it is given the time of day.

A young man enters, shirtless, tanned abs from endless soccer practice visible leading down to his camo print cargo shorts, worn low enough to make a clear statement that he shaves his groin. It's Adam, our daughter Elsa's best friend. He's lived five houses away since she was born and they've spent so much time together both of our families consider the other's child almost like one of our own.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad!" he calls out in his usual joking fashion upon seeing us.

We keep fucking in full view of the entryway as Adam comes over to fondle Eliza's dangling left breast at first gently but increasingly rough. He's well familiar with my wife's preferences. The welcome extra touching causes her to drop her fork and hang her head for a moment. I increase my plowing **** to take advantage of the pause in her breakfast. Adam eyes the dining room and leans towards the kitchen theatrically.

"Elsa's still upstairs, I'm guessing?"

"Haven't heard a thing from her all morning, as usual. Go wake her up for us," I suggest.

It's basically the whole reason Adam makes sure to arrive early every morning, after all. He grins, and drops his backpack on the floor, followed rapidly by his shorts. His cock is rapidly hardening, but Eliza manages to lean toward him and catch it in her mouth to feel it fully stiffen up. She spends a minute slobbering carefully down the kid's 6 inch prick before pulling back.

"Get it up there before it dries" she says, paired with a loud smack on his ass.

As she watches Adam's rock hard ass climb the stairs towards our unaware daughter's bedroom, I pull one of the two breakfast sausages out of my wife's anus and bite off a third of the warm end. Eliza makes sure to cook them extra firm so that I can stuff a few in her while they're still hot. The extra chewing I have to do is more than made up for by the delightful sight of her stretched asshole wrapped around my breakfast. Eliza returns to her own meal just before we hear an alarmed squeal from upstairs, followed rapidly by the wet, slapping sounds of sex and our little girl's moans.

"Hurry up, I want you on my eggs before they're gone" Eliza urges me, swapping the fork in her free hand for a vibrator being used as a paperweight for a stack of napkins on the table.

"The last time you said that we ended up with Elsa" I retort, going to full thrusting speed.

"Har har" she mumbles, already shivering from the vibe working on her clit.

We listen to our daughter's morning screams in the relative silence of our own pounding flesh for a few more minutes before Eliza's hips buck and she slams her ass back against me, back muscles spasming wildly. Her orgasmic motions trigger the rapid onset of my own. Before I'm incapacitated, I yank the last sausage out of her ass and cram it into my mouth, causing her to emit a huge groan that redoubles when I slam two fingers back into her anus before the gape disappears. After a few more feeble strokes I ease my prickhead up against her firm cervix and drain my balls against Eliza's womb.

After we're both fully spent, Eliza picks up her plate and carefully works it between her wide-spread thighs. She's left a good portion of eggs and toast in a tight-packed grouping, which she makes sure is directly under her stretched opening before I start to pull out. As my cockhead appears, a flood of pearly cum pours down and coats her remaining portion, with dipping sauce to spare. I wait patiently standing next to her while I eat bites of my last ass sausage. When the flow is down to infrequent dribbles, I take an unused link from my plate and push it up into her still open hole, rolling it around to gather up any leftover jizz. When it seems I have all there is to get, I offer it to her affectionately and she locks eyes with me as she bites off the milky, sperm-coated end with exaggerated slowness emphasizing her perfect teeth.

Eliza cleans the remaining cum off my dick with deft licks so that we can sit down across the table from each other to eat the remainder of our meals and scroll through the morning updates on our respective feeds. It's hard not to just watch Eliza carefully savor each fork-full of jizz-covered eggs and toast as she eats, but I know it'll make her self-conscious so I just steal glances. Only a few minutes later, Elsa and Adam storm down the stairs. Elsa's got her backpack over one bare shoulder and wearing only a black pleated skirt, black ankle boots and black jewelry. It combines with her own volleyball-toned and tanned body for an unusual sport-goth look that her highlighted dark brown hair ties both halves of together nicely. They both walk over to the table so that Adam can get his stuff. I check the clock while Eliza checks out Adam's deflating, spit-shiny cock.

"We're ready to leave, Dad" Elsa says as Adam gets his shorts on.

Eliza frowns.

"Sit down and eat something first, there's extra eggs and sausage in the kitchen for both of you."

"I just ate, though" our daughter says with a tinge of whine.

"You know that a single load isn't a complete meal, you'll be drained all day if Adam is all you're getting for breakfast" Eliza replies with exasperation.

This argument is a regular morning occurrence. We're slightly concerned about Elsa being **** to an eating disorder with as hard as she exercises and as little as she seems to eat. She's not skinny by any means, every part of my baby girl is toned and her tiny, pert athlete's breasts look perfect above her ripped yet feminine six pack. But parents just worry about these things.

Adam plays ball with us though, immediately heading into the kitchen and loading up a plate. He breaks the tension and sucks Elsa along with him and they both return with food, Adam sitting next to me and Elsa sitting on the picnic-bench-style seating next to her mom. Eliza leans over and gives Elsa's small serving a pointed look that Elsa can't fail to respond to.

"You worry too much, Mom. I always get Tim's load in second period and they're totally massive."

Eliza makes a skeptical face.

"It's true" Adam pipes in, mouth full of half-chewed food, "Tim's balls are so big I don't know how he can walk normally and he's got a major crush on her. When Elsa missed class for that volleyball tournament last month, Mrs. Stevenson asked Tim to fill her coffee mug and he literally overflowed it. Girls are constantly chatting him up now."

"Well...I just hope you're not leading the poor boy on," Eliza finally says, "You've never mentioned this Tim before and he needs to spread it around if you're not interested in him."

"It's only one period, Mom, jeez. Most of us get off in every class. It's like you old people can't even remember high school." Elsa says, eyes rolling.

"Elsa don't roll your eyes at your mother, please." I'm **** to finally chime in.

"Sorry, daddy," she says, getting up from her clean plate, "Can we go now?"

Eliza stabs her last bite of toast on the end of her fork and holds it out toward our daughter. It's coated in my glistening semen and a drip slowly starts to form.

"Have one more bite, for me, ok?" Eliza says sweetly.

Elsa sighs at her mother but the extra coating wins her over and she looks practically eager as she bites it off the end of the outstretched utensil.

"Alright, train's leaving." I announce, getting up and taking the dirty plates to the kitchen.

The kids are waiting by the door as I return to the table and bend down to give my wife a goodbye kiss. Over her shoulder, I notice the shine of a milky white dollop of liquid on the polished wood surface where Elsa was just sitting.

"Looks like our daughter left you a little gift this morning," I whisper to Eliza, causing her to look over her shoulder as I stand up.

I shoo the kids out into the garage and turn to see my wife licking Adam's cum off the bench where it had drained out of Elsa's young pussy.

"At least one of my girls is getting a balanced breakfast." I call at her and close the door.