His first heavy geyser of cum landed on her flat stomach and skidded up in foamy sheets, running all around the globes of her tits and seeping into the cleavage between them.

Brenda whimpered with joy and leaned closer, so that his second powerful jet of jism splattered right into her nipples.

His third cum-blast splashed into the hollow of her throat and ran back down to join the previous deluge on her tits.

She kept pumping his prick until she had drained his balls.

"Oh, that was exciting!" she cried happily. "It sure felt good," he agreed. Who would have thought that a hand-job would be so much better, simply because the hand belonged to someone else? He was amazed at how empty his balls were – but he knew, in the potency of his youth, that his balls would soon fill up all over again. By the time he'd finished giving her a hand-job he would be ready to come again, he calculated.

And he hoped that Brenda would be willing and would not cool off because she'd got her own orgasm taken care of.

His prick was bowing, but not going soft all the way. The cock knob, rose and fell in front of his belly like a horizontal pendulum, giving promise of a brand new hard-on.

But first, he had some finger-fucking to attend tot, and he found that prospect intriguing.

He reached between her, legs.

Brenda began to squirm even before he'd touched her pussy. He gave a gasp when he felt how hot and wet her pussy was. He started to rub her clit and move his fingers up her cunt slot, and her hips and ass started to grind as she worked her frothy pussy around on his attentive hand.

Cunt juice was already pouring down into the crack of her ass.

Jimmy was just getting into the rhythm of the finger-fucking, just about to tilt his wrist and push his middle finger up her cunt hole.

Suddenly, Brenda gasped. Her eyes snapped open wide.