He rasped his cock by the hilt and aimed the swollen knob at her groin. That purple slab was flaring and dripping with frothy pre-cum.

He started to drag the leg hole of her panties aside to give access to his prick.

"No, Mike! Stop it!" she cried. He glared at her. "You can't fuck me let me up!" she wailed. "I mean it – I'll scream!"

"Bitch!" he snarled, in a fury, so enraged that he was foaming at the mouth as well as at his meaty knob. "I figured you were a cockteaser!" Melissa was both insulted and frightened. She didn't know what to do. She thought about offering to jerk him off or to let him fuck her in the mouth, but she was too shy to just come right out with such an offer, right out of the blue. If he'd pulled her hand onto his cock, or moved up and offered it to her mouth, he would have had all the fun he wanted.

But she had denied him her cunt and Mike was too worked up to even consider the possibility of another option. His balls were threatening to explode and his cock was vibrating savagely and all that the uncouth youth could think of was getting his load off. "Dirty cockteaser!" he rasped.

Her unwarranted reputation had preceded her and deceived him. Melissa wanted to protest that she was no such thing, but the words wouldn't come. She was distraught and a little scared and plenty nervous. Her silent, beseeching look only served to further annoy the desperate, thoughtless youth and compound the misunderstanding.

He shook his cock over her like a club. Then, to Melissa's dismay, Mike began to beat his own cock with savage vigor.

CHAPTER FOUR

Kneeling between her thighs, with his bloated balls cushioned on her bikini clad cunt mound, Mike began to pump his fist up and down on his thick, heavily veined cockshaft. His prick went up and down like a shock absorber, so stiff that it was humming.