Daddy's plaything(30)

"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.