Sherry primped for a few minutes longer, then went upstairs to pass the time before her act began. She did not see her father anywhere and so she ambled toward the lounge stage to watch the act which preceded here. There stood Tony Agnello, his arms outstretched, singing The Night Was Made For Love. He wore a bright orange peasant-type shirt, with the arms full and open down the front to expose his hairy, masculine chest. His tight-fitting, bell-bottom trousers a gray shiny material. He held the audience absolutely enthralled, particularly the women. Sherry wondered why she had never heard of him before. His voice was just as magnificent as it had been that afternoon in the woods. She felt a tingle of desire run through her entire body as she recalled the sexual scene she had witnessed ad listened to him now.
Finally, she went around the stage door and entered to watch and listen even closer.
“Good evening, Miss Trent,” the stage manager greeted as she entered.
“Good evening, Sid,” she said and stood in the wings watching. Tony’s act featured Tony exclusively, but nobody seemed to mind. Accompanied by five musicians, he sang popular torch songs, usually of a semi-classical nature, and all the standard Italian songs. He was a better in the Mario Lanza tradition and the crowd gave him loud ovations after each song. Listening to his trained voice, Sherry suddenly felt that her own voice was nothing but a highly stylized bag of tricks. Where she relied on gimmicks of presentation and cute little chirpings, here was a singer of great power and depth. He was not without stage presence though. Great emotion contorted his features as he sang and he smiled broadly, showing his dimples and perfect white teeth, or looked forlorn, as the mood of the song dictated.
When he finished his final tune, Sherry’s heart thumped wildly in her chest as he took curtain call after curtain call. As he came offstage finally, he walked directly past her. He was breathing hard and perspiring profusely. He stopped then, turned facing her and dabbed at his wet face with a handkerchief. His eyes ran the length of her, taking in her western attire.
“Well, hello there, cowgirl,” he said. It was not a derogatory remark, merely an observation.
“Hi, Caruso,” she responded.
Still out of breath, he smiled broadly. “Only in Nevada could a singer of Italian songs share the bill with Annie Oakley.” Again it was not an insult. He was merely trying to be friendly.
“I suppose you’re right,” Sherry said. “I love your voice. Where are you from?”
“Philadelphia,” he said. “I’ve worked mostly on the East Coast. This is my first time in Nevada.”
He seemed about to leave and Sherry sought desperately to prolong their conversation. “I’m delighted to learn that your voice is even better indoors than outdoors,” she said.
He stared at her, puzzled. “I-I don’t think I understand,” he said. “So far at least I haven’t played the Hollywood Bowl. My agent’s working on it, but so far it hasn’t materialized.”
Sherry couldn’t resist what she felt. Somehow she had to impress him. Anyway! “No, but you’ve played the hills of Lake Tahoe. To an audience of two. I was out hiking this afternoon and I saw the strangest sight. I think it might be well for you to consider, expanding your act to a trio — two girls and yourself. You could all lie on the stage and I’m sure it would be a smash. From what I observed, they might even place you in the main room!”
Tony’s mouth fell open and Sherry guessed he might have turned crimson if it weren’t for his olive complexion. “I — uh — well, yes,” he stammered. “Uh — perhaps girls should not go hiking alone in the woods — especially one of tender years.”
Sherry threw her head back and laughed lustfully. “I may be only sixteen,” she said, “but on the contrary, I found the sight very stimulating. In future, when I take hikes, I think I’ll always hike in that direction. Do you usually perform in that area or do you spread your daytime performances here and there? I’d realty like to know.”
Tony shook his head, trying to decide if she were being critical, flirtatious, or what. “Look, cowgirl…”
“Sherry,” she corrected. “Sherry Trent.”
“Look, Sherry, I’m sorry if I offended you this afternoon. Sincerely. I wish you would keep the incident to yourself, okay?” He extended his hand. “Friends?”
She accepted his hand. “Of course,” Sherry said. “But you mustn’t apologize. Do squirrels mating in the forest apologize, when people wander their way? No, I guess chipmunks and beavers and bears and whatever all have a right to do whatever they desire in their own forest, so why not people?”
“Yes, I never thought of it that way,” he said, releasing her hand with a squeeze.
And then Sherry said something she had never dreamed she would say to Tony, not to any man so long as her father lived. “Tony, would you take a lonely girl for a hike some day — soon? I have just one problem. A jealous father. But I’m eager to hike with you.” She was glad that hike was a four-letter word somehow.
“Yes, I would like to hike with you,” Tony said. “Who wouldn’t?”
“But sixteen-year-old girls make hiking difficult — especially ones with watchful fathers. They put men in jail for hiking with them.”
“What makes you think I’m only sixteen?”
“You just told me, remember? Anyway, you’re too dangerous, my dear. Tempting but dangerous.”
“But I can be very sneaky and discreet,” she said.
He patted her cheek lingeringly. “We’ll see,” he said, grinning. “I believe you’re on now. Go out and get ‘em, cowgirl.” He left then.
Opening night went well — all three shows — and when the night’s work was over and Sherry and her father had dined in the coffee shop they drove to their motel and, as usual, Victor Redgrave ran Sherry’s bath. As she sat sudsing herself in the warm water, she could not get Tony Agnello out of her mind. She had managed to elude her father’s company all evening and watch each of Tony’s acts. Onstage he was brilliant, and she was certain that he was destined for a successful career. Her father was aware that she had watched Tony’s performances but, thus far, had said nothing.
She remembered vividly Tony’s complimenting her sincerely after her acts. “My little cowgirl’s a remarkable performer,” he had said, “for a sixteen-year-old.”
And she had replied, “Your little cowgirl is even better offstage than onstage.”
There was something about the man — he exuded masculinity — that drove her to a sexual frenzy. She had to have him! For the first time, she knew that Daddy was not enough. She wanted Tony Agnello’s stiff, beautiful prick in her cunt and she was determined to have it there.
In a few minutes, her father came in and said that he would not bathe tonight. She stepped from the tub and he carefully dried her. Then he turned on the lamp with the rose-colored bulb he had bought and lay back naked watching her. “Come here to Daddy,” he said. “The vibrators are ready and Daddy wants to make his little girl feel good so that she can have a good night’s sleep.”
She obeyed and they lay there while her Daddy’s soft hands massaged her body and her breasts and her vagina. Despite herself, she became aroused, as always, and her hand soon found his hard-on and manipulated it as he worked on her pussy and rectum with the prickshaped vibrator. Her father elected to skip having his cock sucked tonight and merely sucked her pussy before fucking her. It felt good just lying there, feeling his hard, male meat sliding deep into her cunt. But there was only one trouble. She found herself imagining that it was Tony Agnello fucking and sucking her. She could feel his strong back beneath her roving hands and it was his firm buttocks that thrust between her legs and his voice gasping the four-letter words in her ear.
“Yes, my love… Oh, fuck… fuck… make me come,” she was saying, but it was to a younger, more robust and eager cock that she pleaded for completion.
Daddy had her legs pushed up against her shoulders now, gazing down at his penis jabbing at her honey chasm, and Sherry wondered what it would feel like to have Tony’s immense prong slamming into her, and Tony’s hands clutched her ass and finally sending his great load of sperm deep into her slit. Oh, how she wanted to tug at his ass and pull the handsome Italian’s meat deep into her. Oh, how she wanted to experience what it was like to have a real men fucking her hard. She imagined his enormous balls slapping her ass, as his rod stabbed away, and she yearned to have his hot shaft probe her mouth and spend itself down her throat.
She pulled harder and harder at her father’s ass, trying to get more of him inside her than ever before so that the transformation of the younger Tony and her father would be more real and vivid in her mind.
“Oh, Tony!” she cried. “Fuck me with your great big beautiful dong. Shove it all the way up me, Tony!”
And then suddenly, without warning, the delicious cock within her stopped and dwindled away to nothing. She felt a hard slap across her face.
“Bitch!” her father yelled. “You dare to fuck me and think of that two-bit singer? You’re a disgrace. I don’t see why I ever thought you were capable of class. I give my life and all my energy to making something out of you and you reward me by indulging in the cheapest of fantasies!”
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Sherry pleaded. “Why-why did you stop? Don’t stop now! Please?”
“Don’t stop!” He pulled her hair viciously.
“You lie there groaning and calling out his name — Tony’s — and you expect me to perform the same as always?” Her father broke into tears then, withdrew what was left of his shrunken erection, turned his back to her, turned out the light and ignored her.
“I didn’t realize,” Sherry apologized. “Honest, Daddy, I didn’t know what I was doing or saying.”
“Never mind,” he said. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
It was the first time they had begun but not consummated the sexual act. Sherry felt strange and unfilled. She lay there for a long time until she was certain her father had fallen asleep.
Then, feeling very guilty, she quietly took the prick-shaped vibrator and fucked herself there in the darkness while her other hand manipulated her clitoris. At last, the orgasm she had been denied earlier came and she shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through her body. She put the vibrator back and turned over to go to sleep.
“Good work, my little pig,” her father’s icy voice said from the far side of the bed. “Be sure you come. Never mind the sacrifice others have made to make you what you are. Never mind whether or not they try to get to sleep in torment. Sleep well my spoiled little brat.”
Sherry lay there, feeling agonizing guilt. What made it worse was that she had thought of Tony while fucking herself with the vibrator. How would she make it up to her father? she wondered. She would have to make amends somehow, but she knew that she would have to have Tony at least once. Could she possibly explain this need to her father? She guessed not. She lay there for a long time trying to figure out how to have an affair with Tony just once and then return to her normal sexual relationship with Daddy. Finally, she fell into a deep and perplexed sleep.
The following morning her father was silent and moody. He barely spoke to her over breakfast. When they had finished their morning meal, he excused himself and said that he had business to attend to and that he had to go to the bank. He implied that he was giving her time to think things over, even that she might go ahead and find Tony if she desired. It was an unusual tactic on his part but she bade him goodbye as cheerfully as possible and watched him leave. Maybe I’m imagining things, she thought. He was upset about last night, of course, but he often had business to attend to — especially at the bank. She dismissed his surliness of the previous night from her mind, resolved to win back his favor as soon as possible and wandered idly about the hotel half-looking for Tony.
Victor Redgrave stood impatiently in line at the bank. The line was long and it was stuffy despite the air-conditioning. He held two checks in his hand, both for four-thousand dollars and endorsed by Judy Redgrave — his daughter’s real name. The checks were from the Lucky Nuggett Hotel in Las Vegas. He smiled, despite his anger and the stuffiness of the building. Judy always endorsed her checks and then he deposited them. She never asked how much money she had and trusted her father implicitly. She had no reason not to. Daddy paid the bills, the ten percent to Gil Turner and bought her whatever she needed. Daddy was generous. Naturally, she assumed that the money was hers or theirs and it didn’t matter. She had never asked to see any bank books or inquired into financial matters.
Actually she should have, especially now that she was sixteen and her earnings had increased. Victor had often spoken of investments and preparing for her future. But he had not prepared for her future at all. He had, for a long time now, been preparing exclusively for the future of Victor Redgrave.
He finally reached the head of the line and, smiling pleasantly, signed his signature beneath that of Judy Redgrave. Then the entire amount was deposited to the account of Victor Redgrave as it had always been. He had plenty of cash in his pocket and certainly enough to cover any pin money. Sherry might require. He had the usual credit cards, too, to cover whatever unexpected expenses might arise.
He exited and walked down the casino-lined street with the lake and trees in the distance. Well, he thought, it looked as though the time had just about arrived. He didn’t for a minute think that his daughter would run away with Tony Agnello and bring an end to her career and the inflow of money. No, her interest in the young man — in any young man for that matter — was inevitable. He had planned on such an eventuality for a long time now. He guessed that she was good for at least two years more of a sexual relationship with him, even though she would undoubtedly find some way to fuck Tony Agnello, but it would not be a permanent thing.
There would be other Tony Agnellos then and, alas, finally a marriage or some such alliance which would exclude Daddy. By that time, though, it would not matter. He would give her a little money — not much — and leave the country. He had learned to prefer love making with young girls — Sherry had taught him that — and so once she had excluded him from her love life and taken a husband he would leave the country, find himself another such lovely young thing and live his life out in luxury.
He walked briskly now, inhaling deeply and enjoying the warm morning. Yes, he thought, he was rather partial to Switzerland, but then France might be nice. The Riviera. Yes. On the other hand, he found young Scandinavian girls very delectable. The weather was harsh there but if the girl were worth it. He dismissed the thought from his mind. What was he worried about? With all the money he would have they could travel anywhere in the world together. Yes, it was unfortunate, but phase one of Sherry’s departure had occurred. He would have to be a might more thrifty in the next few years — possibly even deposit some money abroad or under other names. Things would work out however and, above all, he would have to control his jealousy. He would have to share Sherry from time to time and that was that. No use crying over rivals who would appear on the sexual horizon from time to time. Be realistic, Victor, he told himself; he straightened his shoulders and forced himself to enjoy the dear mountain air.
Sherry was surprised to find Tony up so early. Somehow she imagined him fucking beautiful young girls the whole night through. But there he was, playing a dollar at a time at the twenty-one table. And all by himself! He wore street clothes, not the bright shirts he wore on stage, and sandals without sock. He sat there looking slightly bored as the dealer dealt out the cards onto the green felt of the table.
She ambled up, stood there quietly watching him as he lost several hands, then nudged him. He looked up and smiled. “Hi, good morning, cowgirl,” he said. “I listened to you. I like the way you sing.”
“I like the way you sing, too,” she said. “Also, I like the way you hike. Let’s go somewhere nice and remote and hike, shall we?”
He laughed, shaking his head in amazement. They had both taken to enjoying the double meaning of hike. Of course, hike meant fuck. “You’re not lying to me,” he said. “You’ve biked before?”
“Frequently,” Sherry said. “My stamina and endurance will amaze you.”
Tony Agnello tossed his cards down, took Sherry by the hand and said, “Okay, let’s go.” They walked hand-in-hand to the elevator and Tony pushed the button for the tenth floor.
“Where are we going?” Sherry asked. “To my suite,” he said. “I’m a little pooped today so let’s just go up to my room and hike, all right?”
“Whatever you say,” Sherry said.
They were alone in the elevator and Tony pressed her close to him, his erection full almost immediately. “Ummm,” Sherry said. “I watched you yesterday and I can hardly wait.” He cupped her breast and kissed her full on the lips, then inserted his tongue in her mouth. He broke away panting and looked down at his bulging crotch. “I hope there aren’t any people in the hall of the tenth floor,” he said. Sherry groped the immense bulge. “I’ll stand in front of you if there are.”
“I hope also that you’re not disappointed in me,” he said. “Yesterday in the woods isn’t my usual bag. I mean, I don’t usually take on two girls at once. I’m not Superman, you know. We’d all been smoking grass and the girls were slightly insistent.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Sherry said.
“I thought it was beautiful. Do you have any grass? I’ve never tried it.”
“Sure,” he said. “It’s great to fuck on grass — I mean hike.”
“Say fuck. I like the word better,” she said, still groping him.
“So do I,” Tony said.
They reached the tenth floor and the elevator door slid open. Nobody in the hall. Tony laughed, relieved, and then led Sherry down the hall to his room. He opened the door and they went in. It was a plush suite all right with a view of the lake and even the golf course. There was a four-stool bar in one corner and the floor felt like thick sponge under Sherry’s feet. She kicked her thongs off and curled up on the sofa and stared out the window at the view.
“Do you gamble much?” she asked.
“Practically never,” he said. “I was just passing the time. They tell me you can’t gamble when you work Nevada and come out ahead. You?”
“I’m too young, remember?” she said sarcastically. “Minors can’t gamble. They can only fuck.”
“Drink?” he asked, slightly embarrassed and ignoring her.
“You said something about grass. I’d rather smoke that.”
“Very well.” He went over to the dresser, opened the drawer and returned with a tightly rolled joint. “Tell me, are you very promiscuous? Do you approach men like this all the time?”
“Never before,” she said, watching him light the thin reefer and inhale deeply. “I just like you, that’s all — like nobody I ever met.”
“But you said you — I mean, you implied you’d hiked a lot.”
“I have, but with just one man.” She accepted the marijuana cigarette and inhaled deeply, imitating Tony.
“Anybody I might know?”
“It’s not important. Let’s take off our clothes and just lie around naked and talk for a while, all right?” she said, changing the subject.
Tony took another toke on the reefer, then said while holding his breath, “You’re a funny one. You’re easily the most uninhibited girl I ever met for your age.” He exhaled, adding, “I never made love to a sixteen-year-old. The first time I made love I was twenty-one. Weird, huh?”
Sherry didn’t tell him that she had been only twelve when she’d first fucked her father. She had her blouse off now. She reached back and unfastened her bra and let her breasts flop free.
She watched Tony staring at her titties and the bulge rising in his pants again. Then, slowly, like a strip-teaser, she slid her hip huggers off and kicked her sandals to the floor. She decided to leave her panties on to maintain a tiny bit of mystery.
“God, you have beautiful tits,” Tony said, gaping.
“Take your shirt off,” Sherry said. “And then take your thing out, would you? Leave your pants on but take your thing out so I can see it.” Just then, an odd thing happened to Sherry. The marijuana had apparently taken effect for she felt light-headed and floating and marvelous. Suddenly she realized why she wanted him to take his beautiful prick out and not remove his pants. It came to her in a weird kind of flashback to her childhood. It was before mommy and Daddy had gotten the divorce. She had been eight or nine then — she couldn’t remember exactly — and she and Roger, a neighborhood playmate of about thirteen had played with her pussy and then he had taken his big partly soft wanger out of his pants and waved it back and forth until it had gotten stiff. It had seemed a miracle to her that a boy’s thing could get so stiff and hard — a beautiful and wonderful miracle. She envied the boy his nice plaything and wished she had something to hold and play with, too. She had grabbed his thing then, at his request, and then he had showed her that he could jack off. She recalled stroking his stallion ganglia for quite a while before he stiffened and groaned and then, squeezing the length of his rod, showed her a few drops of his sperm. That had been all he had been able to produce at that time. Odd, but she had totally buried the memory of that early sexual experience deep in her subconscious until now. She had considered herself very naughty that day for letting the boy touch her slit between her legs and jacking his prick off. Now she felt freed of guilt that had secretly plagued her so long ago — marijuana, she supposed, had brought back memory and she longed to see Tony’s prick sticking out of his fly the way she had seen Roger’s.
Tony complied, reaching deep into his open fly to grasp all of his thick, long penis. Finally, he got it out and it made a gorgeous lazy hard-on. Even in its semi-hard state it was at least a third longer than her father’s full erection. She had always dismissed the importance of size in the male organ, but as far as Tony was concerned the myth was real. The immensity of his organ and balls made her feel mushier than she had ever felt in her pussy and saliva gurgled in her throat. God, he was like a stud horse! A beautiful male animal designed for fucking. All man, with a deep voice and the world’s biggest cock.
“Wow!” she said suddenly, shaking her head. “I guess the grass just hit me. It’s marvelous. Really freaky. I feel all aglow and I could stare at your luscious prick all day.” She giggled and bugged her eyes out as she pretended to stare intensely between his legs.
“Yes,” Tony said, giggling also. “This is good stuff. It just hit me, too. I’m staring at your titties just as you’re staring at my cock and they’re getting more beautiful by the minute. When you’re high everything is intensified. When you come it’s magnified ten times at least. Even touching becomes a far out experience. Let me stroke your titties and I’ll show you what I mean.”
“If you’ll let me play with your prick, I will,” Sherry said, giggling.
“Don’t worry,” Tony said, his eyes slightly glassy. “And when we touch each other be sure and be extra gentle. You don’t have to touch very hard to get the wildest sensations you ever experienced.”
Tony came over and sat beside Sherry on the couch, kissed her long and full on the neck, cheeks, eyes. Then he clamped his mouth to hers and inserted his tongue. Sherry sucked his tongue, pretending it was a cock.
“You do everything, don’t you?” he said. “I can tell by the way you just sucked my tongue.”
“Yes,” she said. “I do everything you ever imagined,” she said. “Just now I was pretending I was sucking your big cock. Your tongue became your prick and I was sucking it off.”
“I know,” he said. “I could tell. And I was pretending your mouth was your pussy.”
“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.
When finally his prick was licked clean, Sherry begged him to mount her mouth, stick his prick between her lips and let his great balls hang on her chest as he fucked her face. He complied for a while, thrusting and plunging deep into her oral cavity as she tugged at his firm ass and felt his testicles like another pair of tits against her own. After a while though, he ceased fucking her mouth suddenly and cried, “It isn’t fair, baby! I have to taste you. I want to lick your beautiful, young slit and give you pleasure, too.”
Reluctantly, torn with mixed emotions, Sherry allowed Tony to carry her into the bedroom and spread her out on the white sheets. He left and then returned with the can of chocolate, placed a towel under her ass, slid her panties off and hurled them across the room. First, he buried his face between her legs, sniffing and inhaling deeply at her natural odors, licking and sampling every crease and fold of her vagina.
Then, after five minutes of swallowing her lubricant, he poured the stream of chocolate over her steaming, saliva-wet snatch and began the long cleansing of her love hole and rectum. He was even more thorough than she had been, if that were possible, and from time to time be would finger her sweet clit as he licked chocolate from her erect nipples, too. As she had observed yesterday, he had the tongue of an anteater and she could swear that he was tickling her intestines and ovaries when he made up his mind to depart from her clitoris and cunt lips — and probe the interior of her cunt.
“Oh, honey, sugar-man!” Sherry cried. “I want you to fuck me so much but I want to swallow your come, too. I don’t know! I’m so confused, and your tongue feels so good. What shall we do?”
“Let’s come this way,” he gasped. “I want to make you come with my mouth, too. We’ll rest and then we’ll fuck. But first we’ll sixty-nine.”
“Oh, yes, darling,” Sherry cried. “Whatever you say… whatever my darling says…” She began fumbling then, in a state of hysteria, as she grabbed for his hot poker and tried to get it in her mouth without, losing contact with his mouth that lapped at her vagina. Finally, they lay on their sides, each gorging and feasting noisily on genitals — munching, slurping groaning in insane anticipation. Sherry drew very near the heights now. Tony’s enormous tongue had the ability to steadily massage her clitoris while, at the same time bathe the entire length of her cunt. It was like getting fucked and sucked at the same time, a sensation she had never dreamed possible.
“Baby, baby, baby, give me your load!” she mumbled, breaking briefly away from his stabbing gristle hunk. “I want it all! I want it all! I want to drink from your prick forever, forever!”
“Okay,” Tony responded. “I’m nearly there, too. I can feel it starting. You sure you are ready… you’re sure…”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure… I’m sure… come, baby, come, come… Ohhhhbhh! There! Now, let me have yours… Ahhhhhhh…”
Sherry had barely gotten the words out when a gush of sperm struck the inside of her mouth with such force it nearly knocked her from the bed. It was like taking a drink from a drinking fountain that appeared to be normal only to learn that the pressure had built up inside and drenched your entire face. Try as she might, she could not gulp down the sticky love fluid as fast as it spurted and so she resorted to catching the overflow with her hands for a postorgasm snack. Her own body was racked with wave after delicious wave of seismic, orgasmic jolts as she drank and it was as though she were drowning in a pool of nectar and being electrocuted with tiny pin-pricks of delight at the same time. How many times had she come? She couldn’t begin to count them any more than she could count the mouthfuls of sperm she had ingested. Finally, the ball-jumping spurts of ejaculation dwindled and she was able to drink from her brimming palms. Her tummy felt full, her body limp and satiated. She collapsed, still nursing the final dregs that seeped up from Tony’s testicles and shuddered as his tongue, too, slowed in tempo.
It was dark when they awoke. They had slept for hours. Sherry glanced at the illuminated dial of the electric clock on the nightstand and saw that it was seven o’clock. She reversed herself on the bed and snuggled beside Tony and kissed him on the nose. He awoke and cradled her in his powerful arms. “It’s seven,” she said. “We have a couple of hours until work.”
“I’m glad,” he said. “There’s something else I want to do to you — that is if you don’t mind.”
“I’d kill you if you didn’t fuck me,” Sherry said. “Ummm, your tongue was so nice but I’d die if you didn’t stick that beautiful slab of prick between my legs.”
“There is something to sheer fucking, isn’t there?” Tony said.
Already Sherry was teasing Tony’s sleeping giant to wakefulness and it was responding as though it hid not received stimulation in months. “You’re amazing, Tony,” Sherry said, now fondling an unbelievably firm erection between her hands. Tony was licking and sucking at her nipples and gliding his palm gently over her pubic mound and stomach and inner thighs. When he dipped his finger ever-so-lightly into the top of her pussy he felt her sopping wet snatch. “You’re amazing, too,” he said.
“I guess we were just meant for each other,” Sherry said. She squeezed his organ hard in her hand. “This and that thing of mine have wills of their own. Oh, Tony…”
“Yes, my darling?”
“Fuck me, my love? Fuck my cunt with your incredible and magnificent cock. Just plain fucking. Nothing fancy. Just your prick sticking way up in my cunt, all right?”
“All right. I feel the same way. I just want to fuck your lovely cunt and hold your ass in my hands.”
Sherry scooted sideways as Tony raised himself up and it was though one universal will moved them in perfect synchronization to the mating position. Their lips pressed tight together, tongues lapping together, their genitals came into natural contact. Tony inched the head of his cock into place, pressing steadily at the drenched entrance of Sherry’s channel and slowly Sherry felt her vaginal walls filled as they had never been filled before. And then when it was entirely in, she knew what it was like to be plugged to capacity. There was no space at all left over within her vagina and even beyond and when Tony moved even the slightest it was as though the entire insides were receiving a simultaneous massage.
“Oh, baby,” Tony whispered, “it’s so tight and hot in there.”
At first the tempo was slow, testing, savoring, without haste or fury or desperation. Both of them merely writhed sideways on the bed letting the natural motion of their bodies bring tingling, nearly unbearable sensations to their genitals. Slowly the vertical motion began, too, the transition from mere feeling to actual fucking. And the slick, wet smacking sounds rose in intensity as the bedsprings creaked and the babbling pleas of lovers filled the room.
Neither was conscious of effort but their bodies were bathed in perspiration as they hurtled onward, the deep male grunts rising rhythmically to the accompaniment of the breath-whines of the all-receiving, high-pitched urgings of the female spurring her lover on to maximum performance.
Sherry felt — no, knew — that no man would ever duplicate the feeling of absolute passivity, nor fill her as she was now being filled and jabbed until, oh God, she was screaming uncontrollably not caring who heard, nobody, anywhere — screaming from somewhere she had never known existed in her body.
It was a long time before she realized they had finished. Her teeth were sunk deep into her lover’s throat and his motion, too, had stopped.
Finally, she went around the stage door and entered to watch and listen even closer.
“Good evening, Miss Trent,” the stage manager greeted as she entered.
“Good evening, Sid,” she said and stood in the wings watching. Tony’s act featured Tony exclusively, but nobody seemed to mind. Accompanied by five musicians, he sang popular torch songs, usually of a semi-classical nature, and all the standard Italian songs. He was a better in the Mario Lanza tradition and the crowd gave him loud ovations after each song. Listening to his trained voice, Sherry suddenly felt that her own voice was nothing but a highly stylized bag of tricks. Where she relied on gimmicks of presentation and cute little chirpings, here was a singer of great power and depth. He was not without stage presence though. Great emotion contorted his features as he sang and he smiled broadly, showing his dimples and perfect white teeth, or looked forlorn, as the mood of the song dictated.
When he finished his final tune, Sherry’s heart thumped wildly in her chest as he took curtain call after curtain call. As he came offstage finally, he walked directly past her. He was breathing hard and perspiring profusely. He stopped then, turned facing her and dabbed at his wet face with a handkerchief. His eyes ran the length of her, taking in her western attire.
“Well, hello there, cowgirl,” he said. It was not a derogatory remark, merely an observation.
“Hi, Caruso,” she responded.
Still out of breath, he smiled broadly. “Only in Nevada could a singer of Italian songs share the bill with Annie Oakley.” Again it was not an insult. He was merely trying to be friendly.
“I suppose you’re right,” Sherry said. “I love your voice. Where are you from?”
“Philadelphia,” he said. “I’ve worked mostly on the East Coast. This is my first time in Nevada.”
He seemed about to leave and Sherry sought desperately to prolong their conversation. “I’m delighted to learn that your voice is even better indoors than outdoors,” she said.
He stared at her, puzzled. “I-I don’t think I understand,” he said. “So far at least I haven’t played the Hollywood Bowl. My agent’s working on it, but so far it hasn’t materialized.”
Sherry couldn’t resist what she felt. Somehow she had to impress him. Anyway! “No, but you’ve played the hills of Lake Tahoe. To an audience of two. I was out hiking this afternoon and I saw the strangest sight. I think it might be well for you to consider, expanding your act to a trio — two girls and yourself. You could all lie on the stage and I’m sure it would be a smash. From what I observed, they might even place you in the main room!”
Tony’s mouth fell open and Sherry guessed he might have turned crimson if it weren’t for his olive complexion. “I — uh — well, yes,” he stammered. “Uh — perhaps girls should not go hiking alone in the woods — especially one of tender years.”
Sherry threw her head back and laughed lustfully. “I may be only sixteen,” she said, “but on the contrary, I found the sight very stimulating. In future, when I take hikes, I think I’ll always hike in that direction. Do you usually perform in that area or do you spread your daytime performances here and there? I’d realty like to know.”
Tony shook his head, trying to decide if she were being critical, flirtatious, or what. “Look, cowgirl…”
“Sherry,” she corrected. “Sherry Trent.”
“Look, Sherry, I’m sorry if I offended you this afternoon. Sincerely. I wish you would keep the incident to yourself, okay?” He extended his hand. “Friends?”
She accepted his hand. “Of course,” Sherry said. “But you mustn’t apologize. Do squirrels mating in the forest apologize, when people wander their way? No, I guess chipmunks and beavers and bears and whatever all have a right to do whatever they desire in their own forest, so why not people?”
“Yes, I never thought of it that way,” he said, releasing her hand with a squeeze.
And then Sherry said something she had never dreamed she would say to Tony, not to any man so long as her father lived. “Tony, would you take a lonely girl for a hike some day — soon? I have just one problem. A jealous father. But I’m eager to hike with you.” She was glad that hike was a four-letter word somehow.
“Yes, I would like to hike with you,” Tony said. “Who wouldn’t?”
“But sixteen-year-old girls make hiking difficult — especially ones with watchful fathers. They put men in jail for hiking with them.”
“What makes you think I’m only sixteen?”
“You just told me, remember? Anyway, you’re too dangerous, my dear. Tempting but dangerous.”
“But I can be very sneaky and discreet,” she said.
He patted her cheek lingeringly. “We’ll see,” he said, grinning. “I believe you’re on now. Go out and get ‘em, cowgirl.” He left then.
Opening night went well — all three shows — and when the night’s work was over and Sherry and her father had dined in the coffee shop they drove to their motel and, as usual, Victor Redgrave ran Sherry’s bath. As she sat sudsing herself in the warm water, she could not get Tony Agnello out of her mind. She had managed to elude her father’s company all evening and watch each of Tony’s acts. Onstage he was brilliant, and she was certain that he was destined for a successful career. Her father was aware that she had watched Tony’s performances but, thus far, had said nothing.
She remembered vividly Tony’s complimenting her sincerely after her acts. “My little cowgirl’s a remarkable performer,” he had said, “for a sixteen-year-old.”
And she had replied, “Your little cowgirl is even better offstage than onstage.”
There was something about the man — he exuded masculinity — that drove her to a sexual frenzy. She had to have him! For the first time, she knew that Daddy was not enough. She wanted Tony Agnello’s stiff, beautiful prick in her cunt and she was determined to have it there.
In a few minutes, her father came in and said that he would not bathe tonight. She stepped from the tub and he carefully dried her. Then he turned on the lamp with the rose-colored bulb he had bought and lay back naked watching her. “Come here to Daddy,” he said. “The vibrators are ready and Daddy wants to make his little girl feel good so that she can have a good night’s sleep.”
She obeyed and they lay there while her Daddy’s soft hands massaged her body and her breasts and her vagina. Despite herself, she became aroused, as always, and her hand soon found his hard-on and manipulated it as he worked on her pussy and rectum with the prickshaped vibrator. Her father elected to skip having his cock sucked tonight and merely sucked her pussy before fucking her. It felt good just lying there, feeling his hard, male meat sliding deep into her cunt. But there was only one trouble. She found herself imagining that it was Tony Agnello fucking and sucking her. She could feel his strong back beneath her roving hands and it was his firm buttocks that thrust between her legs and his voice gasping the four-letter words in her ear.
“Yes, my love… Oh, fuck… fuck… make me come,” she was saying, but it was to a younger, more robust and eager cock that she pleaded for completion.
Daddy had her legs pushed up against her shoulders now, gazing down at his penis jabbing at her honey chasm, and Sherry wondered what it would feel like to have Tony’s immense prong slamming into her, and Tony’s hands clutched her ass and finally sending his great load of sperm deep into her slit. Oh, how she wanted to tug at his ass and pull the handsome Italian’s meat deep into her. Oh, how she wanted to experience what it was like to have a real men fucking her hard. She imagined his enormous balls slapping her ass, as his rod stabbed away, and she yearned to have his hot shaft probe her mouth and spend itself down her throat.
She pulled harder and harder at her father’s ass, trying to get more of him inside her than ever before so that the transformation of the younger Tony and her father would be more real and vivid in her mind.
“Oh, Tony!” she cried. “Fuck me with your great big beautiful dong. Shove it all the way up me, Tony!”
And then suddenly, without warning, the delicious cock within her stopped and dwindled away to nothing. She felt a hard slap across her face.
“Bitch!” her father yelled. “You dare to fuck me and think of that two-bit singer? You’re a disgrace. I don’t see why I ever thought you were capable of class. I give my life and all my energy to making something out of you and you reward me by indulging in the cheapest of fantasies!”
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Sherry pleaded. “Why-why did you stop? Don’t stop now! Please?”
“Don’t stop!” He pulled her hair viciously.
“You lie there groaning and calling out his name — Tony’s — and you expect me to perform the same as always?” Her father broke into tears then, withdrew what was left of his shrunken erection, turned his back to her, turned out the light and ignored her.
“I didn’t realize,” Sherry apologized. “Honest, Daddy, I didn’t know what I was doing or saying.”
“Never mind,” he said. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
It was the first time they had begun but not consummated the sexual act. Sherry felt strange and unfilled. She lay there for a long time until she was certain her father had fallen asleep.
Then, feeling very guilty, she quietly took the prick-shaped vibrator and fucked herself there in the darkness while her other hand manipulated her clitoris. At last, the orgasm she had been denied earlier came and she shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through her body. She put the vibrator back and turned over to go to sleep.
“Good work, my little pig,” her father’s icy voice said from the far side of the bed. “Be sure you come. Never mind the sacrifice others have made to make you what you are. Never mind whether or not they try to get to sleep in torment. Sleep well my spoiled little brat.”
Sherry lay there, feeling agonizing guilt. What made it worse was that she had thought of Tony while fucking herself with the vibrator. How would she make it up to her father? she wondered. She would have to make amends somehow, but she knew that she would have to have Tony at least once. Could she possibly explain this need to her father? She guessed not. She lay there for a long time trying to figure out how to have an affair with Tony just once and then return to her normal sexual relationship with Daddy. Finally, she fell into a deep and perplexed sleep.
The following morning her father was silent and moody. He barely spoke to her over breakfast. When they had finished their morning meal, he excused himself and said that he had business to attend to and that he had to go to the bank. He implied that he was giving her time to think things over, even that she might go ahead and find Tony if she desired. It was an unusual tactic on his part but she bade him goodbye as cheerfully as possible and watched him leave. Maybe I’m imagining things, she thought. He was upset about last night, of course, but he often had business to attend to — especially at the bank. She dismissed his surliness of the previous night from her mind, resolved to win back his favor as soon as possible and wandered idly about the hotel half-looking for Tony.
Victor Redgrave stood impatiently in line at the bank. The line was long and it was stuffy despite the air-conditioning. He held two checks in his hand, both for four-thousand dollars and endorsed by Judy Redgrave — his daughter’s real name. The checks were from the Lucky Nuggett Hotel in Las Vegas. He smiled, despite his anger and the stuffiness of the building. Judy always endorsed her checks and then he deposited them. She never asked how much money she had and trusted her father implicitly. She had no reason not to. Daddy paid the bills, the ten percent to Gil Turner and bought her whatever she needed. Daddy was generous. Naturally, she assumed that the money was hers or theirs and it didn’t matter. She had never asked to see any bank books or inquired into financial matters.
Actually she should have, especially now that she was sixteen and her earnings had increased. Victor had often spoken of investments and preparing for her future. But he had not prepared for her future at all. He had, for a long time now, been preparing exclusively for the future of Victor Redgrave.
He finally reached the head of the line and, smiling pleasantly, signed his signature beneath that of Judy Redgrave. Then the entire amount was deposited to the account of Victor Redgrave as it had always been. He had plenty of cash in his pocket and certainly enough to cover any pin money. Sherry might require. He had the usual credit cards, too, to cover whatever unexpected expenses might arise.
He exited and walked down the casino-lined street with the lake and trees in the distance. Well, he thought, it looked as though the time had just about arrived. He didn’t for a minute think that his daughter would run away with Tony Agnello and bring an end to her career and the inflow of money. No, her interest in the young man — in any young man for that matter — was inevitable. He had planned on such an eventuality for a long time now. He guessed that she was good for at least two years more of a sexual relationship with him, even though she would undoubtedly find some way to fuck Tony Agnello, but it would not be a permanent thing.
There would be other Tony Agnellos then and, alas, finally a marriage or some such alliance which would exclude Daddy. By that time, though, it would not matter. He would give her a little money — not much — and leave the country. He had learned to prefer love making with young girls — Sherry had taught him that — and so once she had excluded him from her love life and taken a husband he would leave the country, find himself another such lovely young thing and live his life out in luxury.
He walked briskly now, inhaling deeply and enjoying the warm morning. Yes, he thought, he was rather partial to Switzerland, but then France might be nice. The Riviera. Yes. On the other hand, he found young Scandinavian girls very delectable. The weather was harsh there but if the girl were worth it. He dismissed the thought from his mind. What was he worried about? With all the money he would have they could travel anywhere in the world together. Yes, it was unfortunate, but phase one of Sherry’s departure had occurred. He would have to be a might more thrifty in the next few years — possibly even deposit some money abroad or under other names. Things would work out however and, above all, he would have to control his jealousy. He would have to share Sherry from time to time and that was that. No use crying over rivals who would appear on the sexual horizon from time to time. Be realistic, Victor, he told himself; he straightened his shoulders and forced himself to enjoy the dear mountain air.
Sherry was surprised to find Tony up so early. Somehow she imagined him fucking beautiful young girls the whole night through. But there he was, playing a dollar at a time at the twenty-one table. And all by himself! He wore street clothes, not the bright shirts he wore on stage, and sandals without sock. He sat there looking slightly bored as the dealer dealt out the cards onto the green felt of the table.
She ambled up, stood there quietly watching him as he lost several hands, then nudged him. He looked up and smiled. “Hi, good morning, cowgirl,” he said. “I listened to you. I like the way you sing.”
“I like the way you sing, too,” she said. “Also, I like the way you hike. Let’s go somewhere nice and remote and hike, shall we?”
He laughed, shaking his head in amazement. They had both taken to enjoying the double meaning of hike. Of course, hike meant fuck. “You’re not lying to me,” he said. “You’ve biked before?”
“Frequently,” Sherry said. “My stamina and endurance will amaze you.”
Tony Agnello tossed his cards down, took Sherry by the hand and said, “Okay, let’s go.” They walked hand-in-hand to the elevator and Tony pushed the button for the tenth floor.
“Where are we going?” Sherry asked. “To my suite,” he said. “I’m a little pooped today so let’s just go up to my room and hike, all right?”
“Whatever you say,” Sherry said.
They were alone in the elevator and Tony pressed her close to him, his erection full almost immediately. “Ummm,” Sherry said. “I watched you yesterday and I can hardly wait.” He cupped her breast and kissed her full on the lips, then inserted his tongue in her mouth. He broke away panting and looked down at his bulging crotch. “I hope there aren’t any people in the hall of the tenth floor,” he said. Sherry groped the immense bulge. “I’ll stand in front of you if there are.”
“I hope also that you’re not disappointed in me,” he said. “Yesterday in the woods isn’t my usual bag. I mean, I don’t usually take on two girls at once. I’m not Superman, you know. We’d all been smoking grass and the girls were slightly insistent.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Sherry said.
“I thought it was beautiful. Do you have any grass? I’ve never tried it.”
“Sure,” he said. “It’s great to fuck on grass — I mean hike.”
“Say fuck. I like the word better,” she said, still groping him.
“So do I,” Tony said.
They reached the tenth floor and the elevator door slid open. Nobody in the hall. Tony laughed, relieved, and then led Sherry down the hall to his room. He opened the door and they went in. It was a plush suite all right with a view of the lake and even the golf course. There was a four-stool bar in one corner and the floor felt like thick sponge under Sherry’s feet. She kicked her thongs off and curled up on the sofa and stared out the window at the view.
“Do you gamble much?” she asked.
“Practically never,” he said. “I was just passing the time. They tell me you can’t gamble when you work Nevada and come out ahead. You?”
“I’m too young, remember?” she said sarcastically. “Minors can’t gamble. They can only fuck.”
“Drink?” he asked, slightly embarrassed and ignoring her.
“You said something about grass. I’d rather smoke that.”
“Very well.” He went over to the dresser, opened the drawer and returned with a tightly rolled joint. “Tell me, are you very promiscuous? Do you approach men like this all the time?”
“Never before,” she said, watching him light the thin reefer and inhale deeply. “I just like you, that’s all — like nobody I ever met.”
“But you said you — I mean, you implied you’d hiked a lot.”
“I have, but with just one man.” She accepted the marijuana cigarette and inhaled deeply, imitating Tony.
“Anybody I might know?”
“It’s not important. Let’s take off our clothes and just lie around naked and talk for a while, all right?” she said, changing the subject.
Tony took another toke on the reefer, then said while holding his breath, “You’re a funny one. You’re easily the most uninhibited girl I ever met for your age.” He exhaled, adding, “I never made love to a sixteen-year-old. The first time I made love I was twenty-one. Weird, huh?”
Sherry didn’t tell him that she had been only twelve when she’d first fucked her father. She had her blouse off now. She reached back and unfastened her bra and let her breasts flop free.
She watched Tony staring at her titties and the bulge rising in his pants again. Then, slowly, like a strip-teaser, she slid her hip huggers off and kicked her sandals to the floor. She decided to leave her panties on to maintain a tiny bit of mystery.
“God, you have beautiful tits,” Tony said, gaping.
“Take your shirt off,” Sherry said. “And then take your thing out, would you? Leave your pants on but take your thing out so I can see it.” Just then, an odd thing happened to Sherry. The marijuana had apparently taken effect for she felt light-headed and floating and marvelous. Suddenly she realized why she wanted him to take his beautiful prick out and not remove his pants. It came to her in a weird kind of flashback to her childhood. It was before mommy and Daddy had gotten the divorce. She had been eight or nine then — she couldn’t remember exactly — and she and Roger, a neighborhood playmate of about thirteen had played with her pussy and then he had taken his big partly soft wanger out of his pants and waved it back and forth until it had gotten stiff. It had seemed a miracle to her that a boy’s thing could get so stiff and hard — a beautiful and wonderful miracle. She envied the boy his nice plaything and wished she had something to hold and play with, too. She had grabbed his thing then, at his request, and then he had showed her that he could jack off. She recalled stroking his stallion ganglia for quite a while before he stiffened and groaned and then, squeezing the length of his rod, showed her a few drops of his sperm. That had been all he had been able to produce at that time. Odd, but she had totally buried the memory of that early sexual experience deep in her subconscious until now. She had considered herself very naughty that day for letting the boy touch her slit between her legs and jacking his prick off. Now she felt freed of guilt that had secretly plagued her so long ago — marijuana, she supposed, had brought back memory and she longed to see Tony’s prick sticking out of his fly the way she had seen Roger’s.
Tony complied, reaching deep into his open fly to grasp all of his thick, long penis. Finally, he got it out and it made a gorgeous lazy hard-on. Even in its semi-hard state it was at least a third longer than her father’s full erection. She had always dismissed the importance of size in the male organ, but as far as Tony was concerned the myth was real. The immensity of his organ and balls made her feel mushier than she had ever felt in her pussy and saliva gurgled in her throat. God, he was like a stud horse! A beautiful male animal designed for fucking. All man, with a deep voice and the world’s biggest cock.
“Wow!” she said suddenly, shaking her head. “I guess the grass just hit me. It’s marvelous. Really freaky. I feel all aglow and I could stare at your luscious prick all day.” She giggled and bugged her eyes out as she pretended to stare intensely between his legs.
“Yes,” Tony said, giggling also. “This is good stuff. It just hit me, too. I’m staring at your titties just as you’re staring at my cock and they’re getting more beautiful by the minute. When you’re high everything is intensified. When you come it’s magnified ten times at least. Even touching becomes a far out experience. Let me stroke your titties and I’ll show you what I mean.”
“If you’ll let me play with your prick, I will,” Sherry said, giggling.
“Don’t worry,” Tony said, his eyes slightly glassy. “And when we touch each other be sure and be extra gentle. You don’t have to touch very hard to get the wildest sensations you ever experienced.”
Tony came over and sat beside Sherry on the couch, kissed her long and full on the neck, cheeks, eyes. Then he clamped his mouth to hers and inserted his tongue. Sherry sucked his tongue, pretending it was a cock.
“You do everything, don’t you?” he said. “I can tell by the way you just sucked my tongue.”
“Yes,” she said. “I do everything you ever imagined,” she said. “Just now I was pretending I was sucking your big cock. Your tongue became your prick and I was sucking it off.”
“I know,” he said. “I could tell. And I was pretending your mouth was your pussy.”
“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.
When finally his prick was licked clean, Sherry begged him to mount her mouth, stick his prick between her lips and let his great balls hang on her chest as he fucked her face. He complied for a while, thrusting and plunging deep into her oral cavity as she tugged at his firm ass and felt his testicles like another pair of tits against her own. After a while though, he ceased fucking her mouth suddenly and cried, “It isn’t fair, baby! I have to taste you. I want to lick your beautiful, young slit and give you pleasure, too.”
Reluctantly, torn with mixed emotions, Sherry allowed Tony to carry her into the bedroom and spread her out on the white sheets. He left and then returned with the can of chocolate, placed a towel under her ass, slid her panties off and hurled them across the room. First, he buried his face between her legs, sniffing and inhaling deeply at her natural odors, licking and sampling every crease and fold of her vagina.
Then, after five minutes of swallowing her lubricant, he poured the stream of chocolate over her steaming, saliva-wet snatch and began the long cleansing of her love hole and rectum. He was even more thorough than she had been, if that were possible, and from time to time be would finger her sweet clit as he licked chocolate from her erect nipples, too. As she had observed yesterday, he had the tongue of an anteater and she could swear that he was tickling her intestines and ovaries when he made up his mind to depart from her clitoris and cunt lips — and probe the interior of her cunt.
“Oh, honey, sugar-man!” Sherry cried. “I want you to fuck me so much but I want to swallow your come, too. I don’t know! I’m so confused, and your tongue feels so good. What shall we do?”
“Let’s come this way,” he gasped. “I want to make you come with my mouth, too. We’ll rest and then we’ll fuck. But first we’ll sixty-nine.”
“Oh, yes, darling,” Sherry cried. “Whatever you say… whatever my darling says…” She began fumbling then, in a state of hysteria, as she grabbed for his hot poker and tried to get it in her mouth without, losing contact with his mouth that lapped at her vagina. Finally, they lay on their sides, each gorging and feasting noisily on genitals — munching, slurping groaning in insane anticipation. Sherry drew very near the heights now. Tony’s enormous tongue had the ability to steadily massage her clitoris while, at the same time bathe the entire length of her cunt. It was like getting fucked and sucked at the same time, a sensation she had never dreamed possible.
“Baby, baby, baby, give me your load!” she mumbled, breaking briefly away from his stabbing gristle hunk. “I want it all! I want it all! I want to drink from your prick forever, forever!”
“Okay,” Tony responded. “I’m nearly there, too. I can feel it starting. You sure you are ready… you’re sure…”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure… I’m sure… come, baby, come, come… Ohhhhbhh! There! Now, let me have yours… Ahhhhhhh…”
Sherry had barely gotten the words out when a gush of sperm struck the inside of her mouth with such force it nearly knocked her from the bed. It was like taking a drink from a drinking fountain that appeared to be normal only to learn that the pressure had built up inside and drenched your entire face. Try as she might, she could not gulp down the sticky love fluid as fast as it spurted and so she resorted to catching the overflow with her hands for a postorgasm snack. Her own body was racked with wave after delicious wave of seismic, orgasmic jolts as she drank and it was as though she were drowning in a pool of nectar and being electrocuted with tiny pin-pricks of delight at the same time. How many times had she come? She couldn’t begin to count them any more than she could count the mouthfuls of sperm she had ingested. Finally, the ball-jumping spurts of ejaculation dwindled and she was able to drink from her brimming palms. Her tummy felt full, her body limp and satiated. She collapsed, still nursing the final dregs that seeped up from Tony’s testicles and shuddered as his tongue, too, slowed in tempo.
It was dark when they awoke. They had slept for hours. Sherry glanced at the illuminated dial of the electric clock on the nightstand and saw that it was seven o’clock. She reversed herself on the bed and snuggled beside Tony and kissed him on the nose. He awoke and cradled her in his powerful arms. “It’s seven,” she said. “We have a couple of hours until work.”
“I’m glad,” he said. “There’s something else I want to do to you — that is if you don’t mind.”
“I’d kill you if you didn’t fuck me,” Sherry said. “Ummm, your tongue was so nice but I’d die if you didn’t stick that beautiful slab of prick between my legs.”
“There is something to sheer fucking, isn’t there?” Tony said.
Already Sherry was teasing Tony’s sleeping giant to wakefulness and it was responding as though it hid not received stimulation in months. “You’re amazing, Tony,” Sherry said, now fondling an unbelievably firm erection between her hands. Tony was licking and sucking at her nipples and gliding his palm gently over her pubic mound and stomach and inner thighs. When he dipped his finger ever-so-lightly into the top of her pussy he felt her sopping wet snatch. “You’re amazing, too,” he said.
“I guess we were just meant for each other,” Sherry said. She squeezed his organ hard in her hand. “This and that thing of mine have wills of their own. Oh, Tony…”
“Yes, my darling?”
“Fuck me, my love? Fuck my cunt with your incredible and magnificent cock. Just plain fucking. Nothing fancy. Just your prick sticking way up in my cunt, all right?”
“All right. I feel the same way. I just want to fuck your lovely cunt and hold your ass in my hands.”
Sherry scooted sideways as Tony raised himself up and it was though one universal will moved them in perfect synchronization to the mating position. Their lips pressed tight together, tongues lapping together, their genitals came into natural contact. Tony inched the head of his cock into place, pressing steadily at the drenched entrance of Sherry’s channel and slowly Sherry felt her vaginal walls filled as they had never been filled before. And then when it was entirely in, she knew what it was like to be plugged to capacity. There was no space at all left over within her vagina and even beyond and when Tony moved even the slightest it was as though the entire insides were receiving a simultaneous massage.
“Oh, baby,” Tony whispered, “it’s so tight and hot in there.”
At first the tempo was slow, testing, savoring, without haste or fury or desperation. Both of them merely writhed sideways on the bed letting the natural motion of their bodies bring tingling, nearly unbearable sensations to their genitals. Slowly the vertical motion began, too, the transition from mere feeling to actual fucking. And the slick, wet smacking sounds rose in intensity as the bedsprings creaked and the babbling pleas of lovers filled the room.
Neither was conscious of effort but their bodies were bathed in perspiration as they hurtled onward, the deep male grunts rising rhythmically to the accompaniment of the breath-whines of the all-receiving, high-pitched urgings of the female spurring her lover on to maximum performance.
Sherry felt — no, knew — that no man would ever duplicate the feeling of absolute passivity, nor fill her as she was now being filled and jabbed until, oh God, she was screaming uncontrollably not caring who heard, nobody, anywhere — screaming from somewhere she had never known existed in her body.
It was a long time before she realized they had finished. Her teeth were sunk deep into her lover’s throat and his motion, too, had stopped.
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