"I could tell, too," Sherry said.
They both got the marijuana giggles again and bent over double with wild, insightful laughter. When finally they managed to sputter to a stop, Tony became serious again and stroked her hair as thought examining every shiny strand.
He was, for the moment, on a hair trip. "And to think you're only sixteen," he said, fumbling with the elastic of her panties.
"Take your pants down," Sherry breathed. "I want to see those big beautiful nuts of yours, too. Nuts?" She laughed. "No, nuts are small. Yours are like melons. Let me touch and play with and kiss your melons?"
She didn't wait for him to drop his pants. Her finger found the remaining buttons of his fly, deftly undid them and slid his tight-fitting pants down to his ankles. Then she slipped off his shorts as he raised his buttocks to assist her.
"You're all bunchy down there," she slurred, gazing at his pants and shorts gathered at his ankles.
"Sorry," he said, and hastily slung off his clothing and sat naked beside her.
"Lie back," she said. "The way you were in the woods yesterday."
He did and she just stared at his enormous hard-on and the huge testicles in their flesh gunny-sack cradled in the valley, of his legs. She emitted a little whimper, then hugged his legs and pressed her cheek to his scrotum and snuggled against the mammoth globes. They were soft and very warm, like a welcome pillow case full of two pillows and she cooed and nestled against them, the marijuana driving her to incredible heights of desire and appreciation I or the male genital area. Almost prayerfully, she worshipped at the altar of his balls and the huge monument of meat that jutted so high above them. Oddly though, despite her intense state of arousal, she felt in no hurry. It was as though they had all the time in the world, and she didn't want to rush anything. She wanted her love session with Tony to last forever. Eternally.
"What shall we do first?" she asked.
"I don't know what you like," Tony said.
"I like everything," Sherry said. "I like everything I saw you and those two girls doing in the woods yesterday and more. Just every thing, Tony – with you absolutely anything you want."
"Why don't you come up and sit on my face then," he said.
"Okay, but as long as I'm down here wouldn't you like me to kiss your dong a little first?"
Under the circumstances, Tony's plan was easily altered. "Okay," he moaned. "But are you sure you want to? I mean do you know how? You're only sixteen."
Sherry laughed evilly. It came out a low chuckle. "You'll see, my beautiful man. Just lie back and let your baby show you what she's been thinking about since the first second she laid eyes on you." Sherry took Tony's mammoth prick in both hands and gazed at the foreskin with wet lips as she held her head close and worked the bunching of flesh up and down the pulsing, hot shaft. It was easily the most beautifully designed thing nature had ever created, she thought. She continued to rest her head on the pillow of his balls and stare at the bulbous head with its faintly pink line beneath the protruding ridge and the strand of flesh that held the foreskin to the head. It was exquisite in every detail and even the slit through which this God of a man peed and came was a smiling, little hungry mouth. No, it wasn't little! It spanned half the surface of his cock-head, which no doubt accounted for the great out pouring of sperm she had viewed yesterday. Yes, the arsenal of his testicles had a great aperture through which to fire his love juice.
Sherry twanged it so that the great meat missile moved back and forth for a long time before it once again stood still and straight and pointing at the ceiling. She put her arms about it then, the way one would put arms about the neck of a lover and, letting her hair drape over it, began gently kissing it from its trunklike base to the very tip. Then she held both balls, which were so enormous it was impossible to insert them in her mouth and, holding them in both palms the way one would hold a cantaloupe, showered them with loud kisses and buried her face into their squishiness… She turned her head and pressed her ear against them as she kissed and she could hear the ocean of his sperm and almond-shaped vessels of his testicles splashing through the partition of flesh. "Oh, I can hear your come and your balls splashing around inside your sac!" she cried. "It's a beautiful sound. Tony, please sing a little? Sing a long, low note so that I hear your things buzz and feel them vibrate in my hands. Please?"
She wanted him to strike a loud note the way he had yesterday. Tony took a deep breath and sang with all his might. Fortisimo fremitus! His great globes vibrated like crazy in her hands, tickling them even, as the loud and true note rang through the room. She held the jiggling symbols of his manhood tighter in order to feel every cell leap and dance as his masculine voice boomed throughout the room. It was one of the most thrilling experiences of her life! She nuzzled, burying her nose into the flesh sac and the vibration of his balls actually tickled her nose.
When the note ended, she scooted up and uncontrollably began tonguing his cock slit. She parted it and saw that it was already partially filled with lubricant. She stuck her tongue inside and smacked her lips, tasting. Then she spread her mouth as wide apart as it would go and delicately let the sides of her saliva-wet mouth make gentle friction with the huge organ. Immediately, his pre-orgasmic dribbling began pouring into her throat. God, his lubricant gushed more than most men came! It had a sweet taste and she swallowed it anxiously, dreaming of the torrent that would follow when he actually geysered forth his great load that lay in waiting.
Sherry took as much of Tony's organ as her mouth would allow, forcing it even half way down her throat until she gagged in ecstasy and squeezed hard with her hands to bring forth more and more of the sweet-tasting lubricant. Finally, even her gagging ceased and she realized that she had become a kind of sword swallower – yes, except the sword was hard flesh instead of metal. She had no idea how she had managed to insert the entire shaft into her throat but she had done it! It was a miracle!
"Jesus!" Tony moaned. "Nobody ever got that much of my prick in her mouth. Oh, Christ, that feels good! But don't hurt yourself, baby?"
Sherry could not utter a sound, not even the slightest grunt of appreciation, for Tony's prick seemed to be pressing against her lungs. She kneaded his balls and felt the cock jerk far down in her chest. His use of the word baby reminded her that she had once heard somebody describe an enormous male organ as the size of a baby's arm. Yes, that's what it was. Tony's organ was easily that large.
Now, very gingerly, she withdrew his member and asked, "Do you have any liqueur? Creme de menthe, creme de cocoa, anything like that?"
"No," Tony managed to reply. "Why?"
Sherry wanted to make this the best blow job this man had ever experienced. She wanted to do everything (at least!) that she had done for her father. "I want to pour some on your prick and lick it off slowly. It-it would feel extra nice and it takes a long, tong time."
"I just have bourbon and scotch," he said.
"Do you have any chocolate syrup?"
"Yes. In the cupboard."
"Good," she said. "Don't move. Stay here. I'll be right back."
Sherry got up and opened the cupboard. There was a large can of liquid chocolate. She was glad that it wasn't in the refrigerator. It would be too cold and not so pleasant on her lover's prong. She fetched the already open can and quickly returned to Tony who lay moaning and writhing on the sofa. Then, slowly, she poured the stream of liquid over his cock and balls.
"You'll love this," she said. "Just lie there and let baby lick it all off."
Ever so slowly, Sherry then began lapping the sweet, dark chocolate from her dream man's member. Her tongue twirled trying to reach about the great width of the stout wanger as she swallowed the sticky substance from each and every pore of Tony's burstingly engorged meat. His moans resembled those of a dying man as she worked methodically over head and foreskin and testicles, cleansing him thoroughly. Every now and then a gush of semen would flow from the pulsing head and run down over the chocolate. In contrast, the fluid resembled marshmallow over fudge and this spurred Sherry to even greater efforts as she noisily licked at the delicacy.