Besides, fucking his hand gave him about as much pleasure as he got from fucking Melissa when she was going through one of her okay-fuck-me-but-get-it-over-with-fast-will-you bits.
"Okay, bitch!" John said, frustrated beyond belief. "Suit yourself. My goddamn hand is probably a better fuck than you are anyway, if my memory serves me correctly."
John fisted his cock with his right hand, grabbing down at the base of his erection. He pulled his fingers upward, dragging loose outer skin upward along the hard inner cock core. The movement milked an oozing of pre-seminal juices into the deep penile eye cleaved dead-center of John's cock head. John, his fingers still holding to his cock belly, used his thumb to smear his natural lubricant over the pulpy dome-like mass of his cock glans. His drooling juices were warm and slippery.
"You don't know what your frigid cunt is missing, baby," John told Melissa, wondering if the bitch were really asleep or if she were hearing every word he said.
Melissa heard all right. Oh, yes, she heard. But, she couldn't believe it. If John wanted to masturbate, why didn't he go into the bathroom and do it behind closed doors like any normal man would have done? Why make a big production number out of it, performing like some horny monkey in the zoo?
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.
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."
John had pushed his finger up his anus, twisting to give it an even deeper penetration. He began pumping his cock harder… faster… harder… faster.
John lifted his ass higher, pushing in more of his finger; and, then he sat down on his hand. His fingertip struck his walnut-size prostate, torquing against the sensitive gland. A pleasant dull paining sensation oozed from his molested prostate and spread into his lower belly.
"Oh… baby… oh… baby," John moaned, his finger twisting, his hand pumping, his hips bouncing.
Melissa could not believe this was happening. She simply could not… believe… this was happening. The way John was going on about Miss Chi and that whore's pop beads, anyone within hearing would have thought for sure the Nam bitch was right there in the room. And what if any of the servants were walking by outside in the hallway? What if they heard? What would they make of John's grunts for and about some Oriental woman? Thank God, the doors were thick. Thank God, the house was built so solid as to be virtually soundproof.
"Faster… faster… faster!" John chanted. His frantic masturbatory strokes were now causing the bedsprings to squeak in protest.
Melissa decided she had had quite enough. She opened her eyes, turning a disgusted gaze in John's direction. Her voice caught in her throat. She felt physically assaulted by the sight that confronted her.
Oh, God, it was lewd… lewd… obscenely degenerate! There her husband sat, his legs pretzeled into some weirdly yoga-like position, his right hand whipping on his cock which had gone beet red with its beating. The finger of John's left hand was obviously jabbed all the way to its knuckle up his rectum. And, John's head was dropped back. on his neck, his eyes shut, his mouth gaping open like a baby bird waiting for the delivery of a long overdue worm.
Melissa watched, transfixed by the spectacle. Her mouth went dry. Her eyes burned as if the picture of her husband's muscled, violated body was being etched with acid on her eyeballs.
"Oh… harder… cunt… suck… harder!" John commanded his phantom lover. He was almost there. He… was… almost… there.
Melissa wanted to scream. She couldn't. Something had frozen her vocal cords. She wanted to get up and flee. She was paralyzed. She wanted to turn away. She couldn't.
"Yessssssssss," John hissed. "Ride my cock, baby. Ride it… hard! Ride it… fast!"
Melissa felt a sudden gushing of wet, warm moisture from between the lips of her vagina. What in the hell did that mean?
"Oh, take it, bitch!" John bellowed with such exuberance that it somehow snapped Melissa out of her stupor. "Take it… take it… Jesus…fucking… Christ… take it!"
Melissa shuddered uncontrollably as the first giant wad of her husband's sperm was lobbed from his pulsing cock eye. The comet-like mass arched upward and outward, eventually landing in a gluey glob on the bed. That first shot was followed by another… and another… and another… and another. Thereafter, a thick paste oozed from the mouth of John's cock but didn't blast free. This latter was caught in the suction of John's still-beating hand, and was smeared over John's cum-glossed cock shaft.