To avoid surrendering to that dark and depraved and incestuous idea, he pumped his prick off again. As soon as his balls had been drained, the boy felt embarrassed and ashamed once more, another link in the vicious circle.

Tommy's prick went up and down for hours. No sooner had he beat his cock into a creamy limpness, than new thoughts caused it to stiffen again. Conflicting moods paraded through his fevered mind, and his prick was so potent that he wore out his right wrist and had to use his left hand for the final frigging. He must have pumped damned near a bucketful of slime into the bedsheets before, at long last, he dropped off into an exhausted and restless slumber.

While Tommy and Debby slept alone, the other couple who had set events in motions were more lucky.

Because Harry lived in another town, and it was too late to catch a bus home, Rebecca's mother allowed him to spend the night in the guest room. So that there would be no privacy for any nocturnal hanky-panky, she insisted that both Harry and Rebecca leave their bedroom doors open.

She left her own bedroom door ajar, as well. But Marion Jenkins had ulterior motives. Those open doors were designed for a purpose far removed from chastity.

Harry, knowing that Rebecca would undoubtedly sneak into his room during the night, lay awake, his cock hard as a board, but resisting the urge to waste his load on a hand-job.

Rebecca, waiting until she felt sure that her mother was sound asleep, played with her pussy a bit, not attempting to cum, but merely getting it nice and hot and juicy.

After an hour or so, grinning in expectation and with her cunt all foamy, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, stark naked, her body aglow with desire. The insides of her sleek thighs glistened with cunt-juice.

She moved very quietly past her mother's bedroom door.