She was tempted to finger-fuck herself again. But then she thought that maybe after they had rested, her mother and father might screw again and she decided to save her next creaming so that, if she were lucky, she could once more cum with them.
With time to kill, she figured that she would go downstairs and make a cup of coffee and, while she sipped it, think about the boys she dated and decided which one she wanted to have sex with that evening.
But she never got around to that.
There was plenty of sex available at home…
CHAPTER THREE
Well, shit – I guess I ain't gonna get no fucking breakfast this morning, Jack thought.
He tossed the newspaper down, annoyed. There hadn't even been any juicy sex scandals to read about, although he had lingered over the ads for bras and panties and spent some minutes contemplating the love life of Blondie and Dagwood.
The horny youth decided that he couldn't wait any longer for his habitual morning hand job. He figured he would frig off efficiently, to begin with, and then enjoy a more prolonged prick-pounding a second time.
He started to get up from his chair, intending to go up to his bedroom. But then he dropped back, thrown off balance by the weight and size of his hard-on.
Jack hadn't emptied his balls since the night before – a lengthy period for the potent lad – and his stiff prick was levering awkwardly in his pants and his cumbags felt like basketballs between his thighs.
No one else was up yet and Jack saw no reason why he shouldn't pull his prick right there in the living room. After he'd drained it off once and reduced the pressure, he would be more comfortable as he proceeded upstairs to linger over a longer second cumming.
He took another glance at Blondie.
She had really great tits, he thought. But she was kind of wholesome, which was a shame. It was hard to imagine Dagwood fucking her, too.