"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.