John pumped. His hand moved up toward his cock head, dragging along the folds of loose flesh that still draped his circumcised cock. The loose skin almost but not quite-formed a pseudo foreskin to snout John's pulpy corona. More liquid beaded in John's cock eye and was stolen by the man's fingers to be smeared over his total cock bulk.

"Miss Chi used to shove a string of beads up my ass while she sucked on my cock," John continued, running his left hand down beneath his balls and into the crease of his buttocks. He lifted his ass slightly to give his middle finger an easier access to his pucker. His fingertip nudged his anal eye. "Then when I started to pop my load, Miss Chi would pull on the string, slowly dragging those beads out one… at… a… time."

Melissa could well believe it. It sounded like something that would be just perverted enough to give John a few lurid thrills.

What in the hell had happened to the other John Melissa had married? That John would have never been naked on that bed, playing with himself, and giving his wife a running commentary.

"Ohhhhhh, suck my cock, Miss Chi," John moaned gutturally. His swelling pleasure gave his voice a definitely throaty character. "Ram those pop beads way… way… way… up my ass hole."

John, not missing a beat of his right hand over his blood-engorged cock, pulled his left hand out from between his legs, moving his middle finger to his mouth. John ovaled his lips, sucking in his finger. Getting his finger soaked with spit, John returned it to his ass pucker.

"Suck it, Miss Chi!" John commanded. He was no longer paying much attention to Melissa. In fact, he shut his eyes to more clearly recall Miss Chi's small Oriental face swinging… swinging… swinging on his priming cock. "Push… in… those… aaaaggghhhhhrrrr."