"William," Mrs. Manners said from behind her newspaper, "I don't hear any chewing going on over there. Get busy and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school."

"Yes, ma'am," Wily said. He slipped his middle finger out of the pancakes and flipped it at his mother, then popped a pork sausage into his mouth and chomped on it in imitation of the swallowing the sausage.

"That's better," his mother said.

"Yes, ma'am," Willy repeated, and this time he stuck out his tongue at her. Chewed-up bits of pork lay along his tongue like curls of tobacco on cigarette paper.

Well, that blew the breakfast-over-the-fence plan. Now he'd just have to swallow down the grease and paste and sugar. He picked up another brown sausage and studied it. It looked like a miniature prick, he thought. He was just about to pop the sausage into his mouth when he had a brilliant idea. Giving the raised newspapers before him a devilish grin, he plunged the prick-shaped sausage into the pancakes, right down the hole he'd made with his finger. There it was now, perched shamelessly on the breakfast table – a prick fucking a cunt!

Quickly he shoved four more sausages into the stack of pancakes. Man, he thought, look at those cocks go at that cunt. He doused the pricks and cunt with a cupful of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup. Now he had pussy juice bubbling out around the cocks. This was getting exciting. His prick, which had been standing straight up in the air ever since he'd crawled out of bed, now seemed to grow another inch. It poked out the waistband of his jockey briefs and throbbed against his flat belly. The hot purple head glowed above his navel.