He's an expert, she thought with a smile. Just looking at the way his fist moved so efficiently up and down his cock, it was obvious he'd been doing it for years. Come on, honey, pump that meat! she thought.

The pleasure he was feeling began to show on his face as he approached his orgasm. She hadn't been sure she would get to see him come, but now it seemed she would. The thrill of watching him fist-fuck his cock and the anticipation of seeing his jism had turned her cunt into a lake of hot cuntjuice.

Did she dare to get her fingers inside her cunt? There seemed no reason not to. He was top preoccupied with his cock, and even if he did see her, so what? Quietly lifting up her dress, she slipped a hand inside her panties and began massaging her dripping cunt.

He was groaning now. He dropped the magazine on the bed and leaned back against the headboard with his eyes closed. His fist flew up and down on his cock, pumping his meat, rubbing his foreskin back and forth over the rim of his cockhead. His knob looked bigger than ever, swollen and hot, ready to pop like a bloated fruit. Maureen trembled with desire to be there to catch his jism in her mouth when he blew his nuts, but she told herself that any move on her part would spoil everything.

Fingers deep inside her cunt, she mashed her wet cuntmeat to the rhythm of the boy's jerking fist.

He seemed oblivious to her presence, but if he ever turned his head he'd see her standing there with her hand under her dress. God, how wet she was! Her fingers squished inside her cunt, and for a moment she was afraid he'd hear the noise. His eyes were still closed, however, and he was probably imagining himself fucking the girl whose picture he'd been looking at.

"Oh, shit!" he suddenly groaned, the fist holding his cock freezing, pulling his foreskin down so that his cockhead swelled up red and angry. Maureen kept her eyes fixed on his cockhead, and then she gasped as his pisshole suddenly widened and a thick spurt of white jism shot up into the air. Before it landed on the bed sheet, another spurt followed, and then another and another. The supply of his jism seemed endless as he groaned again and fell back on the bed with his cock still spitting cum.