Start the day with a rich breakfast

With everyone properly awakened and in high spirits, we made our way to the kitchen, ready to start the day together. Since it was another hot summer day, I suggested the girls skip the clothes for breakfast. We were all naked as we entered the kitchen, the morning light streaming through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue over our bodies.

I sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through the news of the week, while Erica moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing coffee. Her athletic body was a vision of strength and elegance, every movement showcasing her toned muscles and firm curves. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed, the smooth skin gleaming in the soft light.

Across from me, Anna sat with her legs pulled up to her chest in her usual pose, her small, perky breasts prominently on display. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. The way she sat, her toes curling against the chair, accentuated the slender lines of her body, every inch of her radiating natural beauty.

Casey was at the stove, her voluptuous figure moving rhythmically as she prepared pancakes. Her large, juicy ass swayed enticingly with each step, and her full breasts bounced slightly with her movements. The contrast between her soft curves and the controlled grace with which she moved was utterly mesmerizing.

As the coffee brewed and the pancakes sizzled, the aroma filled the kitchen, mingling with the scent of our bodies, a heady mix of desire and domesticity. We gathered at the table, the conversation flowing easily as we began to eat, sharing stories from the past week.

At some point, Anna looked up from her plate, her dark eyes curious and playful. "What are we going to do today? It is our 'family day,' after all."

The other girls turned their attention to me, and Erica and Casey spoke almost in unison, their eyes wide and pleading. "That's right, Daddy. What are we doing today?"

Their innocent yet seductive tone sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I felt myself harden instantly under the table. I leaned back slightly, a grin spreading across my face as I took in the sight of them. "You girls are making me so hard right now."

Casey, ever the playful one, caught the shift in my demeanor immediately. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced at my lap. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Let me help you with that." Without waiting for my approval, she slid her feet up my legs and under the table, her soft, warm soles finding my erect cock.

The first touch of her feet was electric, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Her toes curled around my shaft, gripping me with a perfect balance of firmness and softness. The sensation of her smooth soles against my sensitive skin was almost overwhelming, the warmth of her touch contrasting with the cool air of the room.

I let out a low, involuntary moan as she began to move, her feet stroking my length with practiced ease. Her toes danced along the shaft, occasionally pausing to tease the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum that had already begun to bead there. The friction created by her arches pressing against me was exquisite, a perfect blend of pressure and sensation that made my breath hitch.

I leaned back further in my chair, giving in to the pleasure she was so skillfully providing. "So, what do you all want to do today?" I managed to ask, my voice thick with desire.

The girls began discussing their plans, but my focus was entirely on the intense pleasure building from Casey's expert footjob. Her feet moved with a rhythm that was both deliberate and teasing, her toes occasionally squeezing the base of my cock before sliding back up to the tip. Her eyes met mine from across the table, filled with lust and a playful glint, as she continued her skilled ministrations.

As I looked down, the sight of her delicate feet working my cock was almost too much to bear. Each movement was a study in eroticism—her toes flexing and curling, her arches creating perfect lines as they slid up and down my shaft. The way her feet wrapped around me, soft and warm, made me feel both powerful and completely at her mercy.

"I think we should go to the lake," Erica suggested, her voice slightly breathless as she watched the scene unfolding under the table.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," Anna agreed, her gaze flicking between my face and Casey's feet, clearly intrigued by the sight.

Their words faded into the background as I felt the climax building rapidly. Casey's pace quickened, her feet working me with a precision that only heightened my arousal. Her toes continued to tease the head of my cock, spreading the slick pre-cum along my length, while her arches applied just the right amount of pressure to drive me closer to the edge.

My breathing grew heavier, my muscles tensing as the pleasure became almost unbearable. With a final, powerful thrust against her soles, I came, my semen spurting out in thick, hot streams, coating her feet.

Casey smiled triumphantly, her eyes never leaving mine as she felt the warm liquid covering her toes and arches. She kept her feet in place, holding me gently as the last waves of my orgasm subsided. "There you go, Daddy," she purred, her voice filled with satisfaction and a hint of pride.

I took a moment to catch my breath, my heart still racing from the intensity of the release. "Put your feet up on the table," I commanded, my voice still husky with arousal.

Casey obeyed without hesitation, lifting her cum-covered feet onto the table with a grace that made the act seem almost ceremonial. The sight of her toes glistening with my release, her arches still wet and sticky, was intensely erotic.

Erica and Anna leaned in eagerly, each taking one of her feet. They began to lick my cum off her toes, their tongues flicking and swirling with eager delight. The way their mouths moved over her feet, savoring every drop of my cum, was a display of devotion and desire that sent another thrill of pleasure through me.

Erica took the left foot, her tongue tracing each toe with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the taste of me on Casey's skin. She licked with long, sensuous motions, making sure to clean every crevice, her eyes closing in pleasure as she worked. The soft sounds of her licking, combined with her gentle moans, created a symphony of lust and satisfaction.

Anna, on the other hand, was more playful with the right foot. She nibbled gently on the toes, sucking each one into her mouth before moving to the next. Her tongue swirled around the arch, lapping up the sticky remnants of my release with a teasing flick. She giggled softly between licks, clearly reveling in the intimacy of the act, her eyes shining with delight.

Casey leaned back in her chair, her face flushed with arousal and satisfaction as her housemates devotedly cleaned her feet. "You girls are doing such a good job," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. The sight of them worshipping her feet, their tongues working in tandem to clean every inch, was clearly pushing her closer to her own climax.

"Good girls," I murmured, my voice filled with approval as I watched them savor every drop of my cum. Their devotion and eagerness were the perfect end to our breakfast, a deeply intimate moment that set the tone for the rest of our cozy summer day.