His pre-cum was drooling out now, in a prelude to the full cum-load. Her clit was exploding on the root of his prick and the depths of her cunt were dissolving on his cock-head. She was getting so hot that he thought his prick might melt in that furry furnace.
'C'mon, Coach – break the tape,' she moaned, as her own arousal rose toward the crest.
Red felt his cumming start in his asshole.
His big balls drew up and his jism sped up the core of his cock-shaft and splashed into her cunt in a torrent.
Ida whimpered like a schoolgirl when she felt his cum inside her. Her own climax peaked and her cunt-cum gushed out to mix with his cock-spume. She kept on working her inner pussy-muscles, milking him off to the dregs as she worked herself through her own sweet spasms.
She drained him dry, and he sagged.
He would have stopped humping then – if he had ever been humping to begin with.
Ida continued the meat-massage until she had finished her own volatile creaming. His balls hung down now like punctured balloons and his prick began to soften and diminish inside her pussy.
Yet her cunt was so tight that even as he lost his hard-on and went limp, she still clutched his cock as firmly as ever.
Her prowess impressed him.
She seemed pleased by his equipment, too.
'Good workout, Coach,' she said.
CHAPTER THREE
The sexy girl who had been indirectly responsible for a football coach and a gym teacher working up a good, healthy sweat together instead of practicing vile and abominable acts of self-abuse was walking down the street with a young boy who had wasted plenty of spunk while he savored fantasies about her.
Johnny was shy and nervous, but Sheena was bold as could be and even slipped her hand into his – the one he jerked off with, as a matter of fact.
'You like me, Johnny?' she purred. 'Oh, yeah!' he enthused. 'I've seen you staring at me,' she said.
She lowered her eyes demurely, but her smile was elfin and erotic, lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue showing. 'I bet you're a horny guy, huh?'
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,
