"You've got to finish me."

Robyn frowned. "What do you mean, finish?"

"You know, jack me off. Make me come."

"Come?" The word was only vaguely familiar to Robyn. She knew that when her cunt tingled and itched like crazy and then those maddening spasms went through it, she'd come. It was different with a boy. She wasn't exactly sure just how different.

"Tell me when you do it," Robyn said. "I don't want to be here all afternoon."

"You'll know when I come," Doug laughed.

"How will I know?"

"Shut up and just keep doing that," he panted, moving his hips faster, his hands digging into the sheet. Robyn pumped her fist, watching the head of his cock thicken and grow even darker than before. It was a fat, hot knob now, surging with blood, the baby oil dripping off it as she jacked him.

"Ohhhh, Robyn! Ohhhh, yeah, that's it! Now slow… real slow!"

Robyn squeezed her thumb and finger tightly under the flared ridge of his cock-tip. She stripped downward until her hand brushed Doug's balls, then pumped upward slowly as his cock-head swelled.

She stared at the slitted eye in the tip, watching a dewdrop of white liquid form there. The dewdrop grew as she rubbed her finger against the two lobes at the underside of his cock-head. Poor Doug looked like he was about to have a fit. He writhed around as if ants were biting him and his face had gotten red. It was red because he wasn't breathing.

"Doug? Are you okay?"

"Uhhhhhhh!" he gasped, pumping his hips wildly. Robyn squeezed his cock and released it, squeezed and let up. Her fingers slid around his swollen knob until it was taut and much firmer than before. The whitish dewdrop at the tip was still growing.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Doug cried, shuddering, his belly sucking in under his ribs. The first white spurt of cum went two feet into the air. Robyn gave a squeal of surprise but didn't let go of his cock. She pumped it down and up once. Another streak burst upward, this one falling to slop against her wrist and knee.