Amy [ Flash Fire, Day 3 ]

Dawn's light filters through my windowpanes, but the first sensation in my conscious, waking mind, is not sunlight. It is a warm, aromatic musk in my nose, and a touch of warm velvet on my lips. My eyes flutter slowly, a thick cock in my focus.

By now, I recognise the meat in front of me, and the taste as I lick my lips, and the crown, confirms it. My eyes flutter up, and I smile at Amy as she rolls her hips, and slides into my mouth. Amy sighs, smiling. “Morning, my little sunshine slut.”

I moan softly around her cock, unable to talk with her in my mouth, but it doesn't matter. Her fingers stroke into my hair until she cups the back of my head. I roll my tongue around her cock and suck quietly, still laying on my side, still covered.

Amy lets out a low coo of contentment, a symphony of satisfaction that fills my ears. It's her happiest sound, and one that I know well, but haven't heard as often as I'd like. Her hips sway forward slow, not so much thrusting in as simply gliding.

As soon as her crown breaches my throat, I swallow on it. She sways, only, until her smooth jewels come to rest delicately against my chin. I hold my breath on her cock, looking up at her and letting my eyes do the smiling that my lips cannot.

I focus on her, and she looks down into my eyes as she lets me hold my breath on her meat. For a moment, neither one of us moves, before she slowly slides herself back, freeing her meat from my throat. I breathe her in, her scent flooding in.

“I asserted Owner's Privilege and told your parents I would be feeding you in bed,” Amy tells me, “especially since I will need to be on the phone with Stanford University all morning on your behalf, fag.” I moan softly to signal appreciation.

“Good boy, faggot,” Amy purrs contentedly, as she continues to ride my mouth, with a warmth and a tenderness which would be making me smile, if I could. I let my eyes do the work my mouth cannot, as Amy focuses her eyes upon mine.

“You look at me so lovingly,” Amy coos as she slides her cock out of my throat, and I breathe her in, sucking on her rod, until it reenters my throat. “You never let me doubt, do you? You know you're the source of all my confidence, right?”

All of it? I moan soft on her cock as my cheeks turn to warm pink, her cock sliding from my throat, almost all the way out, before she sways back in. She doesn't slam her cock down my throat so much as her meat just easily glides back to the hilt.

I let my mind focus, now, on the only thing that matters: the service Amy is owed, and the breakfast that will reward me. At least, the first serving of my breakfast, before I have to get out of bed. Given the time, I doubt the twins are awake, yet.

Soon, in all likelihood, but maybe not just yet, or Amy would likely be in more of a hurry. For fifteen minutes, Amy rides, slow and sweet, her meat gliding to the hilt in my throat, then sliding back. When she starts to pulse, Amy smiles at me.

“Mouth or throat, slut?” she enquires, “You're my precious little whore and I adore you, so you get to eat breakfast from me however you want. Tell me where you want it.” I slide my hands out of the blankets and then gently up Amy's thighs.

I shift bodily, pushing myself a little higher, my hands remaining on the fronts of her thighs. Amy nods at my response, knowing I can't speak with her cock in my mouth. She sways backwards, until only her crown penetrates past my lips.

She maintains eye contact, stroking her fingers through my hair lovingly, as her pulsing reaches its crescendo. Dense, thick cream pumps onto my tongue in long streams, and I start to swallow, drinking the milk that Amy is offering me.

Her smile is sunshine on the water, as her hand caresses my cheek. She makes me feel precious, as I lay in bed, leaning into her touch. I consume every drop, drinking until the pulsation ends, and she slides smoothly back into my throat.

I swallow around her a few times, then clamp my lips hard. Amy moans loud in pleasure, as I hear footsteps on the stairs, the twins coming down. A heartbeat later, twin voices chiming a Morning Amy! and letting me know it's breakfast time.

Amy slides out of my mouth slow and smooth, looking over her shoulder at the twins, and just waving with her free hand to both. “Morning guys. We're just about to come out. He'll be under the table in a minute, right where he is meant to be.”

Amy steps back, offering me her hands. I slide mine into hers, and she pulls me gently out of the bed, and I stand up. She pulls me firmly, then slaps my ass hard, “Go!”

Hastening fast, I dart to the kitchen, dropping onto my knees before I enter. Dad and the twins are already seated, as I ease into position under the table. I go to Dad first, licking his balls apologetically, but he offers no response to my gentle licks.

On the other hand, he also doesn't kick me in the balls, so I can deduce munificence from that. Plus, of course, the fact that it isn't my fault, and they've never been the sort to hold grudges. Even still, they had to wait for me, and I should apologise.

I move to Enzo, licking his nuts as well, lovingly, while waiting for Mom to put breakfast on the table. I'm not too sorry, as Mom hasn't finished any pancakes yet, so they would've had to wait anyway, at least a little. I just should've been in place.

Enzo lifts one foot, putting it on my thigh. His foot brushes gently down my thigh, and then a soft tap tap tap, and his foot lowers back to the floor. I take that as his rebellious way of communicating, telling me Enzo's not upset with me. Period.

When I move to Juno, and lick her balls, she mirrors her twin's actions, caressing and then patting my thigh with one foot. Once I'm assured I've made my appropriate apologies, I kneel with my head on Dad's thigh, my eyes focused on his shaft.

Now it's simply a matter of waiting for breakfast, the same as everyone else. As I kneel and wait, I can hear Amy calling to talk to someone at the university. I can only hear one side of the conversation, but she's making sure that I can hear her.