David Crane: Do it after school

Sheena knew this perfectly well.

She loved turning guys on and made a point of posing and moving erotically. She favored revealing clothing and used it to good advantage by the way she positioned her legs and loins.

The sexy teenager liked to make all the boys horny – and the teachers, as well, even including the female gym teacher, who was said to be a lesbian.

But most of all, Sheena liked to give little Johnny Howard a hard-on.

She had the hots for handsome young Johnny. There was a certain innocence about him, even when he was staring lustfully at her and panting like a dog. She felt sure the kid was a virgin – and that was a turn-on for Sheena.

Today, she was feeling particularly bold and saucy and sexy and had dressed accordingly. She wore a tiny red mini-skin and a cotton tee-shirt so snug it seemed to be painted on her tits.

She put on her tiniest bikini panties under that short skirt.

This garb was strictly against the school's dress code, to be sure. But since the teachers got to ogle her, as well as the students, no one objected.

She'd flashed her crotch all day. The boys' lavatory was awash with all the jizz that had been jacked out between classes as, one after the other, the youths she had exposed her bikini-clad cunt to sought solace in the cubicles.

Sheena was keeping track of which boys went to the bathroom with bulging crotches and returned looking relieved, with the swelling reduced.

She noticed, though, that Johnny Howard had not been to the bathroom and that the handsome lad had retained his big cock-bulge through every class.

Johnny, of course, was keeping his hard-on until he could seek the solitude of his tree house.

But Sheena didn't know that and the naughty girl was puzzled. Was she losing her charms for him?

Well, evidently not, since the bulge in his jeans had gotten larger class by class, and he had stared at her so lasciviously that his eyes had nearly burned into her belly and tits like laser beams.

Sheena was intrigued.

She decided that it was time to get to know Johnny Howard better.

A lot better.

When Johnny came out of the school following the final class, Sheena Stratton was perched on the wall beside the front walk.

He gulped. Her knees were parted and her crotch was fully displayed. The tiny panties seemed to be molded to her pussy, the crotch band dragged up into her cunt gash as if by suction!

Johnny halted and looked up her short skirt in a sort of mesmerized awe. His cock jumped so savagely that it almost knocked his schoolbooks from his grasp as he held them in front of his loins to hide his hard-on.

Then the innocent youth realized how he was gaping, and he blushed and looked up at her face – and found that Sheena was grinning impishly at him.

Holy cow, he thought.

She must have seen where I was looking – and she doesn't seem to mind!

Johnny had never dared to hope he might get a crack at the sexiest girl in school, other than within his own fevered mind. Now he began to wonder if Sheena was really as naughty as she looked.

She slid gracefully down from the wall, and his attention shifted to her jiggling tits.

"Hi, Johnny," she said, batting her long, silken lashes in a come-hither fashion.

Johnny croaked a greeting.

"Wanna walk home with me?" she asked.

"Errr – yeah – sure," he stammered.

They moved off, side by side.

Her hip brushed against his. He gazed sideways at the thrust of her stiff-tipped tits, and she kept grinning. She had a sort of swaybacked way of walking, so that her tits thrust forward and her ass jutted out.

She turned to say something, and he never did catch the words, because the twisting motion swung her heavy tits against his arm.

So much blood rushed down into his hard prick that he damned near blacked out.

In a kind of daze, Johnny had only one wish. He hoped she wasn't just a cock-teaser.

Red Miller, the football coach, was looking out his office window and he saw Johnny and Sheena walk off together.

He had been looking before that, too. Coach Miller had also been staring up Sheena Stratton's skirt.

And he, too, had a booming hard-on. But Red Miller, who believed what he preached, had a different way of seeing things.

Dirty little tramp, he thought. The football team had not won a single game yet, and Red knew why. Sheena was responsible for his players' lack of prowess. How could a guy be expected to run and throw and catch when all of his vitality had been sapped away by self-abuse?

Miller knew it for a fact.

He felt certain that he could have been a pro football player, himself, if he hadn't jacked off so frequently in his own schooldays.

He had, single-handedly, so to say, wined his own athletic potential. He still beat off a lot, as a matter of fact.

It was a hard habit to break.

But he consoled himself now, reasoning that a coach didn't need stamina the way a player did, and could drain his balls with impunity.

He waited until Johnny and Sheena were out of sight, with mixed emotions. He glared and he grimaced. He loathed the nubile sexpot for arousing his players, yet he longed for her as much as any of them.

The coach opened his pants and reached in to haul his prick out. He had a fat, blunt headed prick and a set of balls like medicine balls. The sight of sexy Sheena had stiffened the first and bloated the second.

He folded his fist firmly around his cock and started to whip it up and down in a steady rhythm.

That was when Ida Whicker, the girls' gym teacher walked into his office…

Red blushed furiously.

Ida was slim and supple in her gym uniform, accusingly at the coach. She was staring a pretty woman, although she looked sort of dykish because she wore her sandy hair cut very short and used no cosmetics.

"I – ahhhh – I came to ask you about…" she stammered, her pay eyes glued to his prick.

Red, who was quite quick-witted as football coaches go, thought fast.

"This isn't what you think," he raped. "No?" she said, cocking an eye and giving Red the distinct impression that she didn't believe him.

"I – err – what did you think I was doing?" the coach croaked.

He had heard rumors about Ida being a lesbian and hoped she might not know anything about the way men masturbated.

But evidently she did.

"I thought you were jerking off, Coach," she replied, with a hint of a smile.

"Naw! Me? Hell, no! Never done that in my life!" he protested. His mind was working as cleverly as if he were diagramming a post-pattern pass play. "I was only – errrr – exercising my penis muscle."

She looked skeptical and amused.

"Honest. You wouldn't know about such things, but a man – a real, red-blooded man, you know – he's got to keep all his muscles in trim. Use or lose, right? Don't want my penis muscle to go slack, on me."

Ida started to laugh.

But then, surprisingly, she looked serious – and Red thought that maybe she had believed him, after all. Well, she, too, was a coach, and he guessed she wasn't too bright.

Although Red had no way of knowing it, Ida was as horny as he was – and for the very same reason – that provocative nymph, Sheena Stratton!

Ida had been watching Sheena during gym class. The acrobatic teenager had been using the parallel bars, her tits bouncing, thighs flashing.

Then Ida had managed to sneak a look at her, naked, in the shower.

The rumors were right about Ida.

She was a cunt-lapper.

But not exclusively.

Ida eyed Red Miller thoughtfully, nodding slowly as if in agreement.

"Yeah, Coach – I can see that," she said, in her husky, low-pitched voice. "I know that I have to exercise my vagina to keep it tight."

Red's jaw dropped like a lever, damned near bouncing off his brawny chest.