Sonico adjusted her head over Jon's chest and peered into Yoko's eyes. The morning light seeped through the shades and made them shine. "Is he still sleeping?" she whispered.
"He is." Yoko answered, and pressed her contours deeper into their sandwich of flesh. "You saw how peacefully he went last night. Poor guy was exhausted."
"He hasn't let go of my butt since we went to sleep." Sonico giggled under his cupped, supportive palm.
"Me neither. He wants to keep us close." Her sight darted to the slowly rising covers between his legs. "Seems we have a visitor."
"Should we wake him up?" Sonico's head rose and fell as he breathed.
"Just follow my lead." She felt out his rod, and clutched his familiar thickness with delight; pulling back the sheet so Sonico could see.
Sliding down she sampled it with her tongue, catching the slightest whiff of chlorine from the night before. Slowly she kissed and fondled it as it doubled in size.
"Sonico, help me with these balls. Be gentle." She cradled them tenderly as she pecked her lips over his shaft.
"I will." She dislodged herself from his side, and began attending to his scrotum. Resting his dick upon her coif of pink hair she buried her head between his thighs, and rested the warm egg in her mouth, thankfully she suckled and took in the veiny texture.
"Remember to share." Yoko accepted the other one, and closed her eyes as the manly scent engulfed her.
"What're you guys up to?" Jon stirred and squinted..
"Nothin'." Sonico popped off and grinned sheepishly.
"Aww, we were having fun. Pretend to keep sleeping. We'll take care of it."
Jon smiled and lay his head back into his pillow, his morning scruff scratching the fabric.
"Now Sonico, stay very quiet, we're going to wake Jon up with a morning orgasm. The trick to getting this baby to blow requires a special technique." She pinched her thumb and forefinger around the base as best she could. "Sophisticated yet firm. Let me give you a demonstration."
Like a popsicle she cast long delicate strokes with her tongue while ringing the base with soft pinches.
Without word Sonico set to work with her lips, reaming his large knob while Yoko lent powerful compressions to his shaft. They continued to alternate in their duty before meeting in the middle.
Heavy french kisses were exchanged on and among his pillar. Rapid strings of saliva were passed back and forth, making it the centerpiece of their wet love web. Over his main vein, their hands met with interlaced fingers and began jacking in unison.
"Sophisticated..."
"Yet firm." Sonico finished and kissed Yoko deeper.
Jon groaned and turned his head left and right. Never before had he been the recipient of a wake-up call like this one.
Increasing their frequency they climbed higher and higher until they met his peak with each pass, their hands finding a different path each time.
Jon felt his sack tighten at their combined efforts. Though their hands were perfectly synchronized their mouths were playfully chaotic. More and more they moaned and explored.
The pressure was building under them, their breasts jiggled in the throes of their own lust. One final thrust was all it took to consecrate their oral expedition. White confetti rained down upon them, and joined them in their mouths.
Jon's hips wavered ever so slightly before he quietly settled and allowed them to swallow.
"Would you believe I just met this girl two days ago?" Yoko smirked and wiped the drool from her chin.
"I can hardly believe it myself. You okay, Sonico?"
She looked on in a daze. "That was...fun, I've never kissed a girl like that before."
"Well, get ready for a helluva lot more, lady. Yoko crooned and nuzzled her. "Cause you are just too cute!"
"Hehe!" She fell back to Jon's side once more, "I love my new family."
"We love you too, sweetie." Jon paused and looked at his computer monitor at the end of the room. "Hey, what time is it anyway?"
"It's 10:30, why?"
"Shit! I've got overdue projects." He flung his feet out and stood. "Damnit they probably think I backed out!" he marched to the monitor and began to type furiously. "Okay, they're giving me one more day to sort out the trade."
"What does that mean?" Sonico asked.
"It means I've got a few hours worth of typing and assessing ahead of me."
"Awwww. Is this because we've been distracting you?"
"Nah, it would've needed to get done at some point anyways." He swiveled in the chair. "Work is the real distraction here."
"What should we do while you're busy?"
"How about some breakfast?" Sonico smiled.
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The cabinets sat in disarray as ingredients spilled over the countertop. Spices and cans of all shapes and sizes were stacked between fruits and cutlery. Five minutes was all the time needed to make a proper mess.
"I can't make an omelette." Yoko inspected the yolk stain on her breast. "These eggs are bad, I think."
"Well, first of all." Sonico plucked an apron from the back of the pantry door and tied it around her waist, "You need some protection."
She looked down at the red and black stripes of her half-dress. She could feel the tails of the sash brush over butt. "Thanks. Now how do I crack this thing?"
"How about we try something besides an omelette? I've wanted to try and make a honeycrumb cake for Master. You can help." Sonico's own apron was pink with frilled white edges, stretched taut against her chest, it caused her nipples to pop out on either side.
"What do you need me to do?"
"You can mix the ingredients as I pick them out, here's a whisk and a bowl, and I'll just get those pesky eggs out of your way." Utilizing both hands she broke open the shells and delivered the yolks into the bowl.
"Aye, aye, captain." She smoothed out the creases on her new uniform and began.
"Let's see here." Sonico sorted through the avalanche of food items on the counter. "First we need some sugar."
"Gotcha covered." Yoko appeared behind her and kissed her neck.
"Not that kind of sugar, silly. Here's what you need." She picked up a small paper bag.
"Oh, but this is all the sugar I need." Slipping under her apron she plucked her nipples.
"I'll give you some sugar." Taking a finger-full Sonico spritzed it onto her bust.
"You, madame, have just declared war." She reached into the bag and proceeded to do the same.
Sonico squinted her eyes and scooped up a handful, before looking over Yoko's shoulder. "Oh, hello Master, Yoko is being mean to me."
"I am not!" Turning around she saw that Jon was not there.
A heavy slap struck her behind followed by an enormous cloud of powder.
"Ahh! Why you little trickster!" she examined the tribal handprint assigned to her butt. "Gimme that sugar, I'm turning you into a ghost!"
"Eek!" Sonico snatched up the ingredient and dashed around the island.
Yoko scanned the countertop, before finding another white bag. "Joke's on you, I found mooooore!"
"That's not sugar. That's flour!" she darted back and forth, trying to keep the island between them.
"Even better!" she took a snowball from her supply and tossed it, exploding against Sonico's hip and staining her polka dot apron white.
"Don't waste it, I need that to bake!" she threw an equal helping of sugar back, which bounced off the cabinets in a firework display.
"You're doing the same thing!" they exchanged and fought to dodge throw after throw.
Shaking the fluff from her hair Sonico advanced and doused Yoko with a volley of hail, all while she giggled uncontrollably.
"Truce, truce! Yoko laughed and raised her arms. "You're right. Let's save the rest for the dish."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You can't." she grabbed her boobs and squeezed, "Honk, honk."
It was Sonico's turn to receive goofy handprints. "We've still got a couple of ingredients left."
"Like what?"
"Like milk." Picking up a carton she pulled out the hem of Yoko's apron and poured a generous helping into her cleavage.
Yoko gasped as the cold cream spilled down her front and drippled over her pussy before collecting between her legs.
"We can't forget the honey." Yoko retorted, and seized a bottle before doing the same.
"Ahh, so sticky!" The moist plasma worked its way slowly to her belly button. "Now my apron's all dirty."
Long gooey strings detached from her chest as she peeled it off and threw it in the sink.
Yoko took advantage and pressed her sopping breasts into hers. "How about we mix the ingredients this way. It's more fun."
Sonico blushed as she was assaulted with kisses and licks. "It's a bit unconventional, but ok."
Yoko beamed and continued to dry hump her body along the nubile girl's young form. She had become addicted to hearing her companion's squeaks of delight. She was long overdue for corruption.
Turning her over, Yoko fawned over her precious bottom, and went to coat it in the remaining honey. The second skin shined and worked its way into her crack. Next she sprinkled an additionally helping of sugar overtop. To which Sonico sneezed and giggled.
"Let's finish you off with some whipped cream." Yoko plugged her butt with the nozzle and sprayed.
"Eee! It's cold!" White fluff spurted inside of her.
"Just when I thought you couldn't get any sweeter." Yoko dove into her creation, sucking and clawing at the lovely ambrosia. The honey mixed with beads of Sonico's sweat and sexual secretions was maddening. Grains of sugar crunched lightly between her teeth contrasting the foamy texture of the whipped cream.
A new glob frothed at her anus, triggering Yoko's tongue to attend to it. Every few seconds she offered more and more. In a daze she latched her lips around the hole and nursed.
Their hands documented the encounter, marking the marble countertop with sticky hieroglyphics, as they moaned and swayed. Sonico gripped the edge, unable to deal with her pleasured misery any longer.
