Introduction to the parents

After two hours of having sex with your new teenaged buddy with just a few sparse breaks now and then, the bedroom's door opens and you stare back at a mature woman dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans. "Good morning you two lovebirds, breakfast's ready," she points out while you're on your back on her son's bed, your legs lifted up and your feet dangling in the air, while he's repeatedly shoving his baby stick into your vagina. "Mom! I'm... busy," you hear him reply, while each word was accompanied by the slick squelching of your creampied pussy. As she turned to leave, you felt the familiar contractions of his heavy sperm-filled sack against your swollen folds.

Five minutes later, you walk hand in hand with Daniel into the dining room, something that he had insisted on. Your hair was a mess, your clothes were a little chaotic, and there were trails of sperm sticking to your inner thighs for both his mother as well as his father to see. His mother turns to you first, winking. "Don't worry hun', when I was your age I did it all day long as well. I'm glad you are getting along so well with our son," she explained, after hearing his frail wooden bed creaking for most of the morning. You offer a weak smile while feeling you could die of embarrassment. Your cheeks were blushing, but that wasn't even visible because your entire body was glowing red from spending so much time on your back with your legs open. Daniel's father in the meantime remained quiet while making no attempt to hide the way he was hungrily staring at you. No doubt he was stripping you naked with his eyes. Maybe you reminded him of his wife when she was young, maybe he was simply horny. Who knows. He was surprisingly fit given how frail his son looked, but then again, it made sense that he probably did most of the work on the farm since his son surely didn't help.

After breakfast, Daniel grabbed your hand and guided you back to his little anime room to continue where you two had stopped.

Ten hours later, you're an exhausted mess. The entire room was carrying the thick, heavy stench of sex after not opening any windows even once. At least once an hour, he had taken a break from playing on the computer or watching TV, to make you lie back down and grant him access to your thoroughly lubricated womanhood. Your thighs were sticky and the folds of your pussy weren't even visible under the layers of dried manspunk. In an attempt to suppress the rich stink of sperm, you decided to keep the bed covers permanantly on top of your lower half whenever you weren't busy with a mating ritual. You look towards the nearby clock in his room and it was just a little past ten o'clock in the evening. A few more hours and the curse would be lifted. You were tempted to try and stay awake for it, but you were so worn out and tired that you could barely move a muscle.

In your current position, lying comfortably on your belly with a pillow under your crotch, you watched reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer while Daniel was holding you close. During the next boring scene, he again climbed on top of your back and lowered his hands down to spread your bum cheeks apart and reveal your glistening slit. Even from behind, your vagina's lips were so swollen and red that they were very easy to see and practically highlighting where he's supposed to go. Shifting forward, the awkward teenager lined himself up with your entrance and casually pushed back into your body with his barely satisfying appendage. You're so slippery that it doesn't even require any effort to enter you.

Slowly and deliberately you could feel him worming back and forth with small thrusts, of which each one felt like the glands of his manhood had caught onto something rubbery. With his next few subtle thrusts, it felt like he was gradually drawing it out from somewhere inside you, but about halfway through it slips off and stops moving.

Without thinking about what it may be, you begin to lightly shake and wriggle your hips to loosen it up. Surprisingly, you feel him pulling back completely until his shaft wetly pops out of your baby maker. There's a brief moment of silence until you feel his fingers plucking something from between your labia. "Oh... it's one of those," you hear him say as he inspects the object like a typical boy. "Na, better without," he decides while you're simply trying to watch the current action scene, completely uninterested in anything related to the wet cave between your legs. He casually rolls off the bed, gets up and walks over to the metal trash bin by his desk. You hear him opening it, flicking something in, and then closing the bin again before returning to join you.