John continued to work his balls with his left hand while his right hand took up a rhythmic cadence, up and down, along the length of his cock.

"You know how many women out there would be crying their eyes out if they knew I was going to be wasting my cum in my hand?" John asked.

Melissa almost-ALMOST-responded to that. She almost told him to go get one of those degenerate whores and quit bothering her. But she didn't, knowing that any comment from her would more than likely only encourage John's disgustingly lewd display.

John fucked his hand, his fingers gliding from his knotted cock roots to his bulky cock crown. John's hips began responding on their own, giving instinctive fucking bounces. Simultaneously, John's left hand was continuing to massage his balls, squeezing his tender gonads until the dull aching fanned through his lower belly.

"A Miss Chi in Nam used to love this cock of mine," John said, continuing to beat, continuing to fondle his cum-ripened testicles. "She'd take this cock each and every way I wanted to give it to her. She didn't care, just as long as she got it."

Melissa decided it would be a hot day in hell before she allowed herself to endure another night of such wretched obscenity. Did the shit-head actually think he was giving her some kind of charge by letting her hear about him and some poor gook whore who would have probably stood on her head and fucked an elephant for a few Yankee dollars?

"She used to fill her mouth with warm noodles and then gobble up my cock to its balls," John said, enjoying the telling of the tale, even if Melissa wasn't enjoying the hearing. "Miss Chi would suck and suck and suck, until all of the noodles were in her belly. Then she would suck some more for a gallon of my cum to go down to salt them."

Melissa thought she might actually be sick. She could feel the bile rising in her throat. What's more, she could just picture how that wretched Nam whore had looked with her face buried in John's hairy groin.