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.