The first taste of oozing cream sent her into her second orgasm, knowing now that she would have it all. Her head bobbed in vigorous cadence on his frenzied cock; her throat getting the first spray of juice, then another and another, as she swallowed furiously, trying to keep up with the gushing geyser.

Jay spiraled his tongue into the warmth of her honey-pot, reached overhead and gripped her buttocks, pulling her down on his face as hard as he could. The best shot was always his second, he thought. It lasted longer, hurt longer, and drained his balls of all their come; and the relief when it was over was exhausting – momentarily – then invigorating.

Both bodies squirmed and jerked until the last drop of passion was out. But Cynthia continued to suck his cock anyway, making sure she had it all. Then they separated, grinning and feeling silly inside.

Jay felt great and wanted to get out of the house before any of his seven other brothers and sisters saw him. His actions with Cynthia were one thing, but his real personality was locked inside his head. He was twenty-one now, but all the sex he had ever known was with his sister and he wanted desperately to spread his seed far and wide.

By nine-thirty Jay was tucked off in a corner booth with three of his buddies. All of them were a few years older than he, but with the same general frustrations… no money, no goal in life, no girls.

"The damn newspapers and magazines drive me nuts," said Ed Cramer, sitting on the outside next to Jay. He had average looks, light hair, medium build and a low IQ. "Everybody our age is supposed to be on dope and getting laid. Where'd I go wrong?"

"Ya gotta have bread," Jay stated his philosophy. The ham and cheese sandwich, which was all he had for dinner, didn't satisfy the pangs of hunger and influenced his thinking. The beers only increased his appetite and reminded him that he only had three dollars left until payday. Day after tomorrow.