David Crane
Do it after school

AB-5599
CHAPTER ONE

Johnny Howard was a blond youngster who was uncomfortable if he didn't get his balls emptied at least twice a day.

But it wasn't easy to find a suitable place to beat his meat in privacy and comfort.

He was painfully aware that he made a lot of noise – moaning and panting and grunting – when he was jacking off, especially when he started to cum.

That made it embarrassing to beat off at home, because his mother was a housewife with ears like a hawk. And she was always around the house, no doubt, listening, and it was not unknown for her to walk into a guy's bedroom or the bathroom without knocking.

Johnny slipped hand-jobs in at odd hours of the day and night, but it was frustrating to have to be quiet and jack off in silence, instead of pounding his prick with the enthusiastic vigor that he preferred.

Too, when he shot his wad, his cum-load sprayed out all over the place, and the boy lived in terror of his mother finding neglected globs of jism in the basin or the bath or pooled in his bed sheets.

Whenever he did manage to get a meat beating accomplished, she always gave him a sort of knowing look, which caused him to blush with guilt, making it worse.

It wasn't any better at school, either.

Johnny jacked off in the lavatory, in a locked stall, but couldn't really concentrate on the pleasure for fear that the football coach might catch him at it. The coach termed it self abuse and claimed that it sapped a young man's stamina and lessened his athletic prowess.

Yet, even if Johnny had had enough willpower to forego playing with his cock, it would have been worse, if anything. For then he knew that he would have wet dreams, every night and maybe even cream his jeans in class, which would leave more incriminating evidence than when he drained off his balls willfully and mopped up the results.

Then he found the tree house.

And a lucky day it was for a wanker like him.

Johnny had often noticed it before, without paying much attention to the possibilities. It was a sturdy structure built of wooden planks and plywood, lodged firmly in the limbs of a large tree.

The tree was on his way home from school – a convenient location for a boy who inevitably came home with a hard-on – and it was on common ground between two homes, close but on neither property.

Johnny recalled that Bill Evans, an older boy, had built the tree house several years before. But Bill had gone off to college and the tree house had been left there, abandoned and unused.

On this fateful day, Johnny had been hauling home a particularly troublesome boner – since he had gotten a look up Sheena Stratton's skirt in class.

And as he was passing the big tree, it suddenly struck the youth that the tree house might make a damned good setting for jacking off.

There were wooden slats nailed to the trunk of the tree, forming the rungs of a ladder. Johnny climbed them – with some discomfort, because his hard cock-bulge kept bumping against the rough bark.

When he crawled into the tree house, he was surprised to find that it was furnished – in a fashion.

There was an old mattress on the floor, a cracked mirror on the wall beside it and pictures of naked women and girls, cut from glossy magazines, nailed up all around. There was even a damp, faded copy of a girlie magazine.

The magazine and the pictures were all streaked with what he recognized as dried cum.

It dawned on Johnny that Bill Evans must have used the tree house exactly as he, himself, intended.

And Bill Evans had gone off to college on a football scholarship – so much for the coach's silly ideas about the effects of self-abuse!

Jerking off in that place would be sort of like taking sloppy seconds, Johnny figured. But that did not deter him in the least.

If the virgin boy ever got a chance to fuck a girl, he wouldn't give a shit if he was twelfth in line in a gang-bang!

He studied the situation to make sure the premises were secure before doing the deed. He found that he was able to see into the bedroom windows of the house on either side, but only by standing and looking over the walls, so that no one could see him from either window once he was lying down on the mattress. And, besides, it was unlikely that the bedrooms would be occupied at that time of day, right after school got out, when Johnny was most desperate to cream.

He didn't give a thought to the attics of those nearby homes which, higher up, afforded a plain view over the walls of the tree house.

Deliriously happy with this fortunate find, Johnny lay down and pulled his formidable hard-on out and proceeded to toss himself off our times in rapid succession, enjoying the privacy and the comfort and not needing to care about how, much noise he made.

The pictures of naked women were a boon, as well, since he didn't dare keep a saucy magazine at home.

He gave silent thanks to Bill Evans, his athletic predecessor and the builder of that handy masturbatorium, to whose aged spunk-streaks Johnny added a plentiful supply.

After that first time, Johnny stopped at the tree house just about every day, on his way home from school, and arrived at his own home so satisfied that his snoopy mother wondered if the boy was ailing.

As much as Johnny enjoyed his daily visits to the tree house, Wanda Jarvis enjoyed them even more.

Wanda lived in one of the adjacent houses.

She was a voluptuous woman with jet black hair and an hourglass figure and a temperament to match.

As fate would have it, she was a voyeur, as well – and it was her lucky day as well as Johnny's.

Wanda was in her attic on the day that Johnny first found the tree house.

She had been looking for her dildo. Usually, her husband threw a rigorous morning fuck into Wanda before he went to work, or at least ate her cunt to cool her down. That generally kept her happy, although simmering, until he got home in the evening.

But this morning the alarm clock had failed to go off and, late for work, he had dashed off, leaving his lovely wife unfucked.

Wanda was annoyed and frustrated – and randy as could be.

She finger-fucked hers elf a lot during the day, but there was little satisfaction in that, for a married woman with a usually helpful husband.

Then she remembered her dildo.

It was a big rubber prick that she had often used in college, both on herself and on her sexy roommate. She hadn't seen it in ages, but it would be just the tool to fill the gap until her husband got home.

Now, where had she put it?

As near as she could remember, the rubber prick was stored away in a trunk in the attic. She had been lying around naked all day and, not bothering to dress, went right up to the attic to look for her latex lover.

She finally found the fuck-tool stored at the bottom of a pile of less useful objects. Just looking at it brought back fond memories. The dildo was realistically contoured, with a big, bulbous knob and simulated veins, and the hilt was fitted with a leather harness so that a lady could strap it on and fuck another lady.

Wanda wasn't a lesbian, to be sure, but she always enjoyed a bit of dildo-fucking and cunt-lapping with another feminine woman, just for the variety of it.

The naked woman was so hot by this time that she sat down on the edge of the trunk and gave herself a thorough fucking right there in the attic.

She creamed off twice, sucking her own cunt-cum from the rubber cock in between.

Then her cunt was cooled off somewhat – as much as that hot pussy would ever get – but the exertion of pumping it up her pussy had left the rest of her curvaceous body hot and sweaty.

She decided to open the attic window and let the cool afternoon breeze cool her off. Leaving the dildo stuck halfway up her pussy, she got up and went over to the window and, opening it, looked out.

Fate had taken a hand.

Just as Wanda gazed out, Johnny noticed the tree house and realized how handy it could be.

Wanda recognized him as the Howard boy who lived down the block and thought no more of it – for a moment.

Then she saw the gigantic cock-bulge that was contorting the front of his jeans.

Holy shit, she thought.

Wanda had always had the hots for young boys, and she was a peeper by her nature. Her dark eyes flashed as she gazed at the blond youngster, and her pussy began to steam on the rubber prick, in response.

Then Johnny approached the big tree.

She wondered where the cute boy was going, but didn't care, happy to feast her eyes on his swollen crotch.

He climbed up the makeshift ladder awkwardly and entered the tree house.

And Wanda found that, looking down from the elevation of her attic, she could see the interior of the tree house with perfect clarity.

She almost fainted when Johnny stretched out on the mattress, opened his fly and reached in to haul out his cock and balls in one fat handful.

He began to play with his prick.

Wanda, naturally, began to ram her rubber cock in and out of her cunt-hole, angling it so that all of the firm stalk rubbed against her clit.

The potent youngster shot off on a very few strokes, his creamy cum-load looping up above the walls.

Wanda juiced off at the same time. With hardly a pause, Johnny jacked off again, turning onto his side this time and spraying his spunk onto the sexy pictures tacked to the walls.

Wanda joined him in cumming again.

What a treat this was for a frustrated housewife who loved young boys and adored playing the peeper and had a pussyful of rubber prick, to boot!

Johnny got onto his knees for his third cumming, hosing his jism all over the tree house.

Wanda was so hot that she thought her dildo might melt in her fuck-hole. She actually looked down to see if steam was wafting from her pussy.

Johnny shot off once more, fucking his fist furiously, spilling out damned near as much cock-cream as he had on the previous cummings.

Wanda wondered if the kid's balls were bottomless.

Her cunt was hot as hell, and she melted again, too.

Johnny rested for a while following his fourth cumming, then tucked his cock and balls away and, a very contented boy now, climbed back down from the tree house a lot more easily than he had gone up.

He went on home to act innocent in front of his ever-alert mother.

And Wanda, despite her repeated orgasms, was left feeling as horny as ever. She began to dildo-fuck herself yet again, staring into the spunk-festooned tree house.

But then the naughty woman had an idea that thrilled her and made her feel deliciously depraved and wickedly wanton.

She left the attic and quickly pulled a hone dress on, not bothering with underwear. Taking the rubber sex-toy with her, she went out of her back door and crossed onto the common ground.

She looked around furtively, then climbed up to the tree house.

The fragrance of cock-cream made her head spin. Although the tree house was open to the fresh air, the familiar aroma still permeated the place.

Wanda removed her dress.

Naked, her body hot in the cool breeze, she began to rub her hairy cunt and her big tits against the cum-splattered wall. Her nipples shot out like rockets as she juiced them with jizz, and her cunt was spilling out almost as much cream as had shot from Johnny's prick.

She cupped her fat tits in both hands and squirmed, drenching them with the kid's cum. Then she lifted the tit-globes and dropped her raven head and began to suck the jizz up from her tits.

Even tasted second-hand, the flavor of a young boy's fuck-juice drove her wild.

Sticking her tongue out, Wanda began to lick the cum up greedily, shifting from wall to wall and bending down to lap some from the floorboards.

She scooped up a mouthful of cum and let it trickle around in her mouth, savoring the taste and the texture, then she swallowed it and tongued up more.

She gave her lapper a rest while she frigged her frantic fuck-hole for a while, then she got her head down and sucked up more jizz from the mattress.

She couldn't believe how much cum there was.

Of course, she didn't know that, along with Johnny's recent supply, she was drinking a lot of cum that Bill Evans had deposited in the past, the long-congealed stuff liquefying again in her hot mouth.

Eventually, she had licked it all up, and left the wood and the mattress and even the pictures glistening with her saliva – and lots of pussy-nectar, too.

She left the tree house finally and returned home, where she hid the dildo away and waited impatiently for Hank to get home from work.

Hank Sands was surprised when, with a passion rare even for his horny wife, she met him at the front door and fucked him in the hallway.

And that was only for starters. Wanda fucked her husband before dinner, during dinner, and for dessert. She was insatiable that evening.

Hank, in blissful ignorance of the cause, could only assume that this was how his wife reacted when he neglected to give her her customary morning fuck.

He figured he might leave her horny again, if this was the reception he got later.

And through all the marital mating, Wanda was thinking about that afternoon and remembering how Johnny Howard had jacked off so often and how, afterwards, she had tasted his sweet boy-cum.

And how she hoped that the handsome youngster visited the tree house again.

She got her wish.

Johnny stopped at the tree house almost every day from then on.

And Wanda, without fail, was waiting at her attic window, with her cunt already stuffed full of rubber prick. And every day, too, as soon as Johnny had gone home, Wanda had climbed the tree and bathed in his cum, sucking it up like a sponge.

He never realized that the tree house had been mopped clean of his cum, because Wanda left an equal amount of her own cum which, congealed, was easily able to pass for spilled cock-cream.

This went on for several weeks.

Johnny jacked off every day and Wanda subsequently licked his cum up, enjoying the arrangement a lot more than the unsuspecting boy. It was only a series of hand-jobs for Johnny, who had no idea of where his fuck-juice was winding up.

But then, one memorable day, there was an unexpected change in the routine.

And a most welcome one. Johnny brought a guest to the tree house.