"Alihhhh, wait! Don't do that, let me put it in your…" Johnny howled in anguish.

The excitement of Sheree's touch had been too much for the big teenager's inexperienced prick. Huge spurts of hot, creamy cum shot from the tip of his jerking cock as Sheree's practiced hand pumped him dry. A lumpy dribble of sperm slid down his rapidly dwindling dick, running over her clenching fingers.

"Mmmmm, gooey, isn't it?" she said teasingly, dropping his spent cock disgustedly against his empty nut sack. It had all worked out exactly as she had planned it. She wiped her hand off in the damp grass and began pulling her clothes back on.

"Hey, what's this number, baby? Don't get dressed yet!" Johnny pleaded. "I'll be ready to go again in a couple of minutes. You can't go without letting me…"

"Fuck my hot pussy?" Sheree asked, sounding as if she were disappointed about the way things had gone.

"No way, little boy!" she taunted him, getting up to leave. "I was wrong to go out with you in the first place, tonight proved that. Come and see me in a couple of years – after you've developed some staying power, know what I mean, tiger?"

Sheree gave the sprawled out football hero a derisive laugh and started to walk away. He grabbed her ankle with a grip that could crush rock.

"Let's not be hasty, babe!" Johnny's voice was a low growl in the darkness. "I don't think I like your attitude."

He gave Sheree's ankle a squeeze, to illustrate how little he liked her attitude. A sharp flash of pain burned up her leg and she was suddenly worried about the deserted location she had picked for tonight's fun and games.