David Crane: Do it after school

Johnny looked flustered. "You jack off a lot?" she asked boldly. He replied by a wordless, strangled sound. "You don't have to be shy with me, Johnny. Everybody frigs off, right?"

"Well – errrr – ahhh…"

"I finger-fuck myself all the time. It isn't anything to be ashamed of," she said.

Her fingers tickled his palm. Johnny wondered if he was going to make it to the tree house or just cum in his pants. He was amazed that she would admit to playing with her pussy – and intrigued. He'd always figured hand-jobs were a sort of secret and shameful thing, yet she had just blurted out the confession!

"What hand do you use, Johnny? Ummmm? This one?" She teased him, caressing his palm. "I use both hands myself, you and me holding hands like this is almost like we were frigging each other, huh? Sort of like a second-hand hand-job." She giggled.

The naive boy was rapidly losing his composure, but his inhibitions were going, too.

He squeezed her small, delicate, moist hand in a sort of desperate desire, imagining how her palm and fingers would work in her juicy crotch.

"You think about me when you beat off sometimes, Johnny?" the teenaged temptress coaxed.

"Yeah – most of the time," he admitted. His face was so flushed by arousal now that she couldn't tell if he was blushing again or not.

"I like that, Johnny. I love to think about you stroking your prick and thinking about me." Her gaze slid don to his big cockbulge. "Golly, you've got a whopper, huh? You've got a big boner on right now!"

"Yeah, I sure do," he grated.

"You gonna jack off?"

"Not gonna – gotta…" he groaned.

Sheena grinned happily, taking that as fine testament to her ability to turn the kid on.

They had almost reached the tree house by this time, but they were moving very slowly. Johnny was lugging his lumber and stepping bowlegged around his balls, and Sheena's pussy was squishing between her slim thighs with every step that she took.

She gave him a thoughtful look.

"If you know any place we can go to be alone, maybe we could fool around together, huh?" she whispered. "I'd show you my tits and pussy. I'd watch you jack off, and you could watch me finger-fuck myself." She paused. "Or we could do it for each other."

Johnny staggered as his surging hard-on nearly threw him off balance. She looked at him in concern, wondering if she had gone too far, too fast. Maybe his cum-bags had suffered a blowout.

But then the boy grinned wolfishly. "I know a swell place," he said.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" His fears had been unfounded.

Sheena Stratton was sure no cock-teaser!

Wanda Jarvis was at her customary place at the attic window, like a sort of randy royal box. She had her rubber prick stuck up her fuck-hole, but she wasn't moving it. She was waiting for the usual jack-off show to begin.

When she saw Johnny and the bouncy blonde vixen approach the tree, she gasped and her cunt bubbled over on the immobile dildo, without needing a single stroke.

For a hot voyeur, this was the stuff of dreams!

Panting at the window, she waited for the performance to begin – and got all she could ask for.

Johnny politely helped Sheena up the makeshift ladder and followed her into the tree house, staring at her panties as she crawled before and above him.

The fragrance of her overheated pussy was driving the kid crazy as he inhaled the fumes that were wafting from her fuck-hole.

Sheena looked around and Johnny felt embarrassed, not sure how she would react to the dirty pictures on the walls, hoping she wouldn't be hurt or jealous because he had pictures of other females there.

"Oh, what a neat place," she said, approvingly. "You jack off here a whole lot?"

"Every day – more than once…"

"Oooooh – I like a guy who cums more than once – a guy who stays stiff and shoots off lots. That way, we can have fun in lots of different ways."

Did she mean different kinds of handjobs? Or was he going to get more than that – maybe even lose his virginity?

Without any delay, sexy Sheena started to strip.

She pulled her tee-shirt off and her naked tits thrust out, bobbling tantalizingly. Her swollen nipples looked stiff.

"Don't want to get jizz on my clothes," she said, as if she needed to explain why she was disrobing. "You probably spray cum all over, huh?"

She left her bikini panties on for the moment – as if she were playing hard to get in a very modified manner.

Johnny frantically tore all of his own clothing off, having some difficulty getting his jeans and undershorts down over the derrick of his rigid cock.

The two young people stared admiringly at one another, not touching yet.

And a very, very excited housewife stared at both of them, drooling with equal lust. Wanda's eyes flashed from prick to pussy, balls to tits. Her lovely face was so twisted by depraved desire that she looked like a mad woman confined in her attic.

Johnny's hands were trembling to touch the girl's nubile body. But he did nothing, afraid to break the spoil, knowing full well that Sheena was in charge and willing to play the slave to her every whim.

"What you gonna do first?" she asked, arching her back and shoving her tits out. "Wanna feel me up? Wanna play with my tits for a while, Johnny?"

The boy reached out, moving like a sleepwalker or a man hypnotized and obeying a command. He touched her tits gently, stroking with his fingertips. Then he kneaded the firm tit-globes and drew his hands up, pulling at the swollen pink nipples with thumbs and fingers.

They stiffened under his caress.

"Ummmmm – nice – you feel me up swell," she sighed.

She cupped her own hands under her tits, lifting and deepening the cleavage.

"Suck them, Johnny," she breathed.

His head dropped and he dove on her tits. He sucked a bloated nipple into his mouth and nursed, then switched to the other tit. His mouth worked hungrily on those plump peaks. They were like gumdrops in his lips, chewy and succulent, making him drool.

"Ahhhh! Sometimes I cum when a guy sucks my tits," she moaned.

Johnny was beyond jealousy.

And Wanda was gasping and gulping, her own empty mouth working in sympathetic vibration with Johnny's, emulating that succulent sucking.

Wanda was turned on two ways.

She envied the girl for having Johnny sucking on her nipples, and she envied Johnny that sweet mouthful, every bit as much. She lowered her head and began to suck on her own tit-tips, but she kept looking from the tops of her eyes, gazing at the action in the tree house.

Johnny switched from tit to tit, paying equal homage to each. Sheena's nipples were distending, stabbing into his mouth as his lips pulled.

Her cunt was flaring in her panties in the same way, reacting to the stimulation in her tits. She was so hot that she thought her panties might melt and fuse to her crotch in nylon sludge.

She tucked her thumbs under the waistband and began to work them down her wriggling hips.

Johnny stared down from her tits, watching her cunt-muff emerge. The aroma of hot cunt drifted up and merged with the succulent taste of her tit-meat.

She pulled the soaking panties down her legs and off her feet, never for a moment dislodging Johnny from the headrest of her tits.

Sucking her tit, he stared at her pussy.

Wanda, too, was gazing at that gooey groin. Her mouth was watering heavily and her hot lapper was sizzling in her own frothy saliva.

Whimpering with arousal, Sheena opened her legs wide, showing off her pussy to the ardent youngster and, unknowingly, to the woman in the attic.

She expected Johnny to play with her pussy, but he was engrossed with her tits, not wanting to rush things, enjoying each act in turn.

His prick was pumping like a shock absorber, the prick-knob gleaming with cock-lube.