Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

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.

He skimmed his hand up, brushing his cock, then tightened his grip and pumped harder. As he pulled up, his foreskin folded in a fleshy carpet over his wedge shaped knob. As he pumped back down towards his swollen balls, he skinned that naked slab out in a flaring purple wedge.

Melissa was intrigued. The relatively inexperienced virgin was not a total stranger to stiff pricks. She had played with a few cocks when she was necking and petting and she had even had a couple guys cum off in her hand. But those experiences had always taken place in the dim interior of a car, along with all the rest of the awkward and clumsy groping of youth courtship. She liked the feel of hard cock but had never really gotten a good look at one before.

Here, in the clear light of clay, she was getting as good a look as a girl could want. Seeing handsome Mike jacking his own cock was a tremendous turn on.

Her eyes crossed as she gazed at his bloated, bulging, throbbing cockhead, watching that meaty purple slab come flaring from his fist on the back stroke.

His pisshole was spilling out plenty of preliminary spunk. The slime dribbled down his stalk, greasing up his cock for his rapidly stroking hand. The vein writhing up the underside was as fat as her little finger.

Her fingers were itching for a touch of his cock and balls. Her eyes glowed as she gazed at his sex tackle and her mouth was watering as well.

She even timidly moved one hand closer to his groin, hoping that he might snatch it up and clamp it onto his smoking hot prick. She was too nervous and shy to initiate the contact, but she sure as hell wouldn’t take much coning to replace his fist with her own.

She was eager to jerk him off, at least. But Mike didn’t seem to notice. Melissa tried to look as willing as she could, without actually telling him so or simply grabbing his cock. She arched her slim back, hiking her tits up, and she ran her moist tongue across her lips. Her lovely little face was contorted by desire.

“M-Mike…” she whispered timidly. She paused, leaving her lips slightly parted. And still he failed to realize that Melissa was not the cockteaser he thought she was. His mind was made up on that point and he was too hiding bound to understand.

Concentrating on the self abuse at hand, Mike wasn’t even looking at her lustful face. He was staring down at his own thundering prick.

His balls were laid heavily on her curly cunt mound, swelling huger all the time. Through the flimsy material of her panties, she could feel his cum load sloshing around inside those big, bloated bags.

She craned her neck, lifting her head and bringing her face up before his loins. She had her gaze glued to the foaming head of his cock and only a fool could have failed to notice her willingness and fascination.

But this fucker was a fool, deluded by his own false premise and pounding his own prick in self-contained and self-serving attention.

It didn’t take long — not nearly long enough to suit the girl, who was frustrated at being left out of it, yet enjoying her ringside seat, nevertheless.

His hand and wrist had fallen into the familiar rhythm and his prick, well-accustomed to this pumping action, was responding with gusto. Goo poured out, trickling down his prick, soaking over his balls and seeping through the material of Melissa’s panties to mat her aunt bush. Thick gobs snapped from his knob and splattered en her naked belly.

“Arghhhh!” he growled.

Her eyes went wide, and so did her mouth. “Gonna hose you down, scumbag!” he snarled, abusing her in his churlish fashion. “Show you, cockteaser! Gonna use you for a slime rag!”

She wasn’t insulted, however. The prospect was causing her to tremble. Her cunt was simmering, juicing into the tiny crotch of her bikini panties. Her nipples were standing up like pink gumdrops, her palms were itching and her fingers were tingling.

She was drooling like a dog and her hot tongue was sizzling in her own saliva.

“Here it cums, pig!” he rasped.

“Ooooooh!” Melissa squealed. But if Mike even, heard that little whimper of anticipation through the pounding of his own blood in his ears, he must have assumed that it was a groan of dismay, a pica for him to aim his prick some other way.

The foolish wanker slammed his fist down to the root of his pulsating prick and his balls exploded like a bomb on her curly cunt shelf. His fat cock gave a violent jolt as the steaming juice came spurting up through the hollow core of that meaty tube.

Then his frothy white jizz was squirting out, as thick as condensed milk.

His first geyser came with his cock angled up like a howitzer. The stuff cascaded high into the pine-scented air, hanging suspended for an instant, like some sperm-firm white cloud floating in the sky. Then the heavy dose dropped down to splash onto the teenager’s tummy.