him a loving kiss.
Johnny's sturdy, robust prick was finally starting to shrink and turn limp inside her pussy. Bending, his cock began to snake from her slot and retract back towards his balls.
Sheena was always sorry to see a hard-on start to falter. But she had cum plenty, too, and she knew it would be greedy to expect more.
There was always tomorrow.
His limp prick slithered out. The prickknob lodged in her cunt-gash momentarily, then popped out like a cork, followed by a flood of milky cum from her vacated fuck-hole.
The boy's cock looped in a meaty coil down his trembling thigh.
Sheena gracefully dismounted.
She sat in the lotus position and gazed down at her own well-fucked pussy, amazed at how thick the fuck- slime was as it poured from her gaping cunt-hole.
Then she stooped over him and kissed his soft prick, affectionately, as if to express her gratitude to that fuck- tool for giving her such pleasure.
All slimy from her cunt, his cock tasted swell as she sucked it into her mouth for a moment and nursed the mingled creams from it. If his cock had responded, Sheena would have cheerfully suck him off again, but Johnny was drained dry, and the cockmeat only quivered a bit as her sweet mouth savored it.
Raising her head again, her pretty face glowing with a well-fucked luster, she grinned.
'That was great, Johnny. Can we stop here after school again tomorrow?'
Johnny was enthusiastic about that prospect.
The naughty kids got their clothing on and, both a bit wobbly at the knees, climbed down from the tree house and walked off, holding hands just like any pair of innocent young lovers…
Wanda had been waiting – and now, like any proper waiter, it was time to clear the table.
Those kids had been messy.
She stayed at the window until the youngsters were out of sight, then went down from the attic. She stopped in her bedroom to slip into a dressing gown for the sake of any curious neighbors. It was, after all, a quiet, residential neighborhood where bored housewives had little to do but look out of their windows.
Then, in her dressing gown – but naked beneath, of course – she went out her back door and strolled casually over to the big tree. She looked around warily and disguised her mission by picking up a discarded cigarette pack. No one seemed to be watching her, and she climbed up the rungs with ease and crawled into the tree house.
The wooden platform was open to the air, yet it still retained the pungent, cloying scent of cunt-cum and the gamy, heady fragrance of jizz.
It made Wanda's head swim.
The old mattress was so sodden with fuck slime that it looked like a piece of flotsam that had been washed up from a slimy sea.
Wanda slid her dressing gown off and, naked, began to rub her tits and pussy onto the mattress, for starters. Then she began to mop up with her tongue. The slime was mixed together, but her educated palate could differentiate between boy-cum and pussy-cream.
She didn't know which flavor she preferred.
She took a taste of milky cunt-juice, then relished a tongueful of slippery cum. She sloshed the blend around in her mouth, then gargled the goo down her gullet and lapped up some more.
She placed her parted lips to the mattress top and began to suck the fuck-slime from the fabric, where it had seeped into the material.
She had plenty of time before her husband was due back from work – and that was just as well, because there was an awful lot of fuck-slime to be sucked.
Her imagination was running wild, images dancing like sugarplum fairies in her mind. She thought about sucking young Johnny's cock, and she thought with equal desire about eating Sheena's pussy.
Then she thought about sucking them both at the same time – while they fucked.
That idea made her so hot that she had to pause and strum her clit for a moment. She creamed off pleasantly.
Then she resumed her obscene feast. Wanda intended to make a protracted, multi-course meal out of this well-stocked larder.
How could she be expected to know that Sheena and Johnny would soon be back?
She didn't expect to see them again until after school the next day.
But fate had decreed otherwise… Walking down a quiet suburban street, holding hands and halting to kiss from time to time, as young lovers tend to do, Johnny and Sheena happened to notice a car parked at the curb.
The car was gently rocking.
'Isn't that Coach Miller's car?' Johnny said.
It was, indeed, as they soon found out.
CHAPTER TEN
Following their rigorous training session, Coach Miller had graciously offered to drive Ida Whicker, the girls' gym teacher, home.
She accepted and they left the school together and went off in his car, sitting at a proper distance, as was only befitting teachers.
It was pure chance that Ida lived in the same neighborhood as Johnny and Sheena.
They were halfway to her apartment building when her eyes suddenly widened slightly.
She was staring at Red Miller's crotch. A fat tubular cock-bulge was showing prominently in his pants.
'Why, Coach Miller – I do believe that your penis muscle is still taut and tense,' she said.
He leered at her.
'It could use another massage,' he croaked.
Ida smiled to show her willingness to oblige him. Fellow healthy fanatics, they were in accord.
'Can we work out at your place?' he asked.
'I'm afraid not,' Ida sighed. 'My roommate will be home, and she doesn't understand about how beneficial these exercises are.'
In fact, she did – but only with a dildo, since she was more deviate and one dimensional than Ida, and only worked out on Ida's face.
'Damn! My wife is home, too,' he said.
Ida hated the thought of going home to her lesbian lover while her colleague still had a hard-on.
'Why don't you pull over, Coach?' she suggested. 'We can't have a proper session in the car – but you can exercise your penis in my mouth.'
That prospect was so pleasing that Coach Miller would have had to halt the car, regardless. He was in no condition to be driving.
He pulled over in a place where no prying eyes could see them.
Not from the houses, at least. He didn't know that two of their students would be walking down that street soon.
He turned the ignition off, glanced around, decided they had enough privacy and opened his pants, hauling his cook and balls out.
Ida eyed the cock-meat hungrily.
'I didn't know you blew,' he said.
She looked affronted.
'I certainly don't!' she snapped. The coach was flustered and puzzled.
'But, you said…'
'I didn't say I was going to blow you, Coach,' she explained. 'I'm not a cocksucker, for heaven's, sake. That's disgusting!'
