David Crane: Do it after school

He thought she might object, wanting him to stick to the routine and get it over with.

But Ida made no objection. Whether she would admit it or not the gym instructor was relishing a mouthful of cock-meat, and she was happy for Miller to take as long as he liked before he fed her his cum-load.

"Suck a little, Ida," he rasped.

She didn't agree, but her pliable lips did seem to move a bit more. Of course, she may have just been doing some facial exercises.

Johnny had his hand up Sheena's short skirt and she was groping down the front of his jeans as they watched this oral examination.

The kids had been well satisfied following their antics is the tree house. But now, seeing Coach Miller exercising his prick in Miss Whicker's mouth, they were both starting to get as horny as if they hadn't creamed in ages.

But nothing was going to drag them away from the window of that car while the action was still unfinished. They were keen to see the pretty lesbian drink Coach Miller's cum as a foaming finale.

Miller was jacking off again, slowly and deliberately, and humping up from the seat of the car as he did so, fucking through his own fist en route to Ida's mouth.

He was getting an inch or two of cockshaft in behind his cock-head now, but if the woman noticed the sneaky intrusion, she made no objections.

Miller grunted and heaved and Ida gulped as more of his cock-lube slimed her tongue. The flow had been oozing from his piss-hole before, but now, as he neared the crest, it was coming out in little jets, foreshadowing the way it would squirt when he shot his wad.

He could see only the back of her close cropped head as she groveled over his prick, but the kids could see her handsome face at an angle – and noticed that she was smiling around Miller's cock.

Miller began to pound away faster on his prick, unable to contain his urgency any longer.

"Get set," he croaked, as if telling a substitute linebacker to put his helmet on.

"Oooooohhhh – feed me!" she moaned. His balls had become enormous now and his athletic sexual equipment was booming. His cock-head was a solid lump in Ida's mouth. It felt as big and as hard and as heavy as a shot-put she thought.

Miller jacked down and humped up – and his own load began to flood into her mouth.

The kids could hear her sputter and gulp and gulp as she drank greedily, sucking the wholesome, healthy jizz fizz from his prick.

His fist flew up and down his cock, pumping the cum out, and her throat pulsed as she drank deeply.

"Oh, baby – suck it up!" he wailed, forgetting himself in his rapture.

But Miss Whicker was lost to the joy of drinking jism now, and didn't even notice that he had used that insulting endearment again.

Spunk spilled from her lips and ran down her chin, but she was gulping most of it down in a feeding frenzy. Because she refused to dive down on his prick, all of the thick cum was biting her taste buds before it slid down her throat, letting her relish the flavor of his jism before she ingested it.

"Suck that cock! Oh, shit! You've got a mouth like a fucking vacuum!" he croaked.

She was gulping his cock-cream down like an overheated athlete drinking Gatorade!

Miller shot his cum in slowly diminishing squirts, feeding her plentifully. Ida swallowed all that he could supply. Shaking, the brawny coach slumped back in the car seat, grinning as if he'd scored a touchdown.

Ida kept on sucking, making no bones about it. Now that she'd had a taste of his cock-cream, she could no longer carry on with the pretense that it was strictly for nutrition.

When she was certain that he had no more of the sweet stuff lurking in his balls, she drew away, daintily wiping her cummy lips. She, too, leaned back in her seat, and they reclined there side by side.

"Was that good?" he rasped. "Ummmm! I feel so-so healthy," she purred. She tensed her cheeks and jaw muscles tentatively and then smiled. "I really needed a good facial workout. If I let you exercise in my mouth two or three times a week, I'll never get a double chin."

She might get fat, drinking all that high calorie cum, but no one said anything about that.

The kids lurked by the car window for a few moments, to see if there was going to be any further action.

But Coach Miller was done for the day.

He had shot twice, and that was his limit.

He blamed his limitations on all the masturbation or us spent youth.

And Ida was eager to get home to her roommate now, so that she could French kiss her and see if the single-minded lady knew what a man's cum tasted like.

Realizing that the show was over, Sheena and Johnny backed away from the car.

"Wow! I always thought that Miss Whicker was a lez," Sheena said. "I always get a kick out of showing her my pussy and figured that one of these days she might give me a tongue-fucking." She thought about it. "Of course, she still might. Just because a lady will suck a prick doesn't mean she won't suck cunt, huh?"

Hearing that his sexy new girlfriend was interested in lesbian licking made little Johnny even hornier. He knew that jacking off couldn't do him any harm now, since the robust and manly football coach did it not that any such fears had ever caused Johnny to miss a single stroke.

But now that he had Sheena's mouth and pussy to fuck, he wasn't at all interested in beating his own meat.

The kids gazed at each other in tacit understanding.

"Let's go back to the tree house, Johnny. Okay?" the blonde vixen suggested.

"You bet!" he enthused.

And so it was that the excited kids, aroused yet again, went back to the tree for another fuck-session in what they thought of as their private love nest.

But they soon found out differently. They climbed the ladder and when their heads came up to the level of the platform, they were astonished to find themselves staring right at a firm, shapely ass looming up as a raven-haired woman held her head down and sucked their fuck-slime from the mattress!

The pale full moons of the woman's bare ass stuck up, wriggling and below those globes her bushy cunt was streaming glistening pussy-juice down her inner thighs.

Sheena and Johnny looked at each other and then both looked back at the voluptuous lady.

Just then, she came up for air and saw the youngsters peering at her from the edge of the platform. She twisted to gape at them, her face all gooey, like a ghoul caught at a grave.

They recognized her then.

Both kids knew Wanda Jarvis by name. And, for his part Johnny had beat his meat more than once while having naughty thoughts about the lovely housewife.

"Oh! Oh, dear! I'm so embarrassed," she whispered, blushing a delicate shade of pink.

But she noticed that both kids were grinning and looked more intrigued than shocked.

Johnny saw no reason to be shy and diffident under these strange circumstances.

"You're a cum-eater, huh, Mrs. Jarvis?" he said.

With the creamy evidence all over her mouth and chin, Wanda could hardly deny it.

"I-I saw you naughty kids fooling around and – well, I got carried away," she admitted. She batted her, dark lashes demurely. "In fact, I've been watching you jack off for quite a while, Johnny."

"You like to taste my jizz, huh?"

"Ummmmm," she sighed.

"Wanna drink some jizz from my cock?" the young boy blurted out.

Wanda smiled enticingly.

Sheena wondered if she should feel jealous. But, somehow, jealousy was the last emotion she felt at the moment.

The kids crawled into the tree house and, without any hesitation, removed their clothing.

Wanda looked back and forth between them, and Sheena was delighted to see that the vampish woman was paying as much attention to her as she was to Johnny.