Tommy threw his head back, groaning.

A few girls had fumbled with his cock in the past and he had come in his pants twice while they did it, but this was the first time he had had a real handjob with his cock bare and the end product a foregone conclusion.

If a hand was this good, what would a cunt be like? Or a mouth? he thought in wonder.

The thrill was building rapidly.

He tried to delay it, to prolong the exquisite sensation of her nimble hand.

But then he had a horrible thought.

Suppose her mother came home before he came?

He could just imagine himself frantically stuffing his hard-on into his jeans, a painful process, and running off at full tilt to get home and finish the job by himself.

He stopped trying to delay.

He extended his legs along the floor and pushed his loins upwards, fucking through her fist. His face was contorted by passion, his chest heaving with his labored breath. The swing moved gently to the rhythm of the handjob, as if joining in the act, swinging his cock through her caressing hand.

"Ummm," Belinda sighed. "Come, Tommy. I want to watch you come…"

He howled.

She felt his balls explode in her left hand.

Her right hand pushed down to the very hilt of his cock and as his jism rushed up the stalk she felt the passage through her fist.

She stared at his cockhead.

His spunk came out hard, under tremendous pressure, the great quicksilver wad rising in a creamy tower that splattered all over her fist and forearm and his throbbing balls.

Belinda gasped and pumped again.